Lily and I always seem to discover new things on our walks, even though we take, what are by now, long familiar routes. Lily’s interests are fairly olfactory though she does enjoy listening for other dogs barking and watching out for the odd cat that may happen to saunter past. I quite enjoy seeing things I haven’t come across before, as well as appreciating cool winds on hot days, rays of sunshine on cool ones, the smells of the countryside, new flora and fauna, etc. – we are happy wanderers on most days. I also love meeting people and having conversations in passing, lives criss-crossing as you go – it seems the nicest of human interaction, no expectation, no formality, just a few words, happily exchanged.
I thought I’d share some of what we’ve experiences on our walks this week.
Day before yesterday, in the field that the cows are usually hanging out in, we saw a drove of pigs – something I’d never seen before. They ambled across towards us and flopped down into a muddy pond – and it is with great pleasure and an inordinate sense of satisfaction that I can report that the saying ‘as happy as a pig in the mud’ is well based in fact.
Not so much a discovery as a little ‘wow’ moment for me, but I saw, for the first time ever, a combine harvester harvesting (well, obviously) the wheat field! I’ve been walking past this field every day from when the field was fallow, to when it was tilled in preparation for the seeds, to when it began to grow into a tall green sea of waving stalks. And all through summer as it’s slowly turned to gold, heads heavy with the weight of the grain and started to bend gently, back towards the ground. So yeah, big moment for me and I’m glad I got to see it. As Lily and I walked past I found myself whistling a tune. Click the picture to hear what the song was, teehee.
This last discovery is a bit of an old one, but Ms.Lily here feels that since it’s really because of her that we go for walks at all, that she should get to have her absolute favourite discovery in the list.
Fox poo is the Chanel No.5 of the dog world.
And if you can’t roll in fox poo, ’tis better not to roll at all.