Thursday morning
Along Dry Creek, Gibson Ranch
comfortable - 70ish - no wind, clear skies
Out with Sparky and full pack for the first time. She hasn't quite got the patience to just sit and wait while I sit and look and shoot and write - she'd rather be moving and smelling and moving and seeing what nasty things she could be getting into.
Birds sing and chatter and twitter endlessly all around us, occasionally flitting from tree to tree but mostly invisible. Knee high grasses and plants are starting to dry out, despite the heavy rains of just a week or two ago. Everything is blooming and setting out seeds before dying back again.
Alot of tree saplings fill the space between the creek and the bridle trail - mostly Valley Oak, some Cottonwoods and the occasional Catalpa tree - a testament to how well suited and potentially invasive the non-native can be.
Full grown Valley Oaks arch overhead, while the Cottonwoods just stretch up as tall as they can, leaves shimmering with the slightest air movement.
Sparky is getting particularly impatient, whining then poking her nose in my book as if telling me it's time to move on.
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