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now we can ride bikes
Monday, July 11 2016
I found a dead Catbird on the ground in front of the garage this morning on my way to the brownhouse. I wonder if this was the same bird I'd rescued from Celeste some weeks ago. In any case, there was nothing obviously wrong with it. Perhaps it had broken its neck running into one of the windows into the shop.
In other news of the local biology, today I heard my first Dog Day Cicada of the year. It's another milepost along the road to summer's eventual transition to fall, and such mileposts are always a bit unwelcome (even on a summer such as this one, when every day is essentially a school day).
For nearly all the time we've lived here on Dug Hill Road, we've been somewhat hostage to the behavior of our dogs. We haven't been able to leave the house using any form of transportation slower than a car, or else the dogs would follow us. On the few occasions when I've gone somewhere out on a bicycle, I've had to sneak away, often by pre-positioning the bike on the road near the greenhouse and then slipping off to it barefoot, sometimes through the garage. And normally we can't walk to a neighbor's house without the dogs tagging along. But all that has changed since Neville the Dog arrived. Sure, the dogs would still want to follow us if we were to walk or bike somewhere. But on most days there are hours when they are off by themselves in the forest, and during such times we can do what we please without concern for the dogs. Today Gretchen realized she could just go for a bike ride, and so she did, heading north up Dug Hill Road as far as the Never Alone youth rehab center (near both a shooting range and a pair of houses with big signs proclaiming support for Donald J. Trump). I've never ventured that far north on Dug Hill Road in anything but an automobile.
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