Category Archives: The Dogs

Unusual events in my daily travels with the dogs.

River Reflections

That light orange sliver of a hot new crescent moon had long ago set in the dawning horizon and it was  boys’ day out on the Green River, three of us, grandfather and grandsons. You know what they say about the apple falling not far from the tree? It was palpable. Questions, questions and more […]

Indian Pond

Where to start? That’s the problem today facing me. I know where I’m headed, just am not sure how to get there. Hmmmm? Bear with me. Plus, due to a spring freshet of info overflow, I must run a rare outdoors notebook inside. First, though, I probably ought to begin with what got me started […]

Change Is Near

Two songs: one upbeat, joyous, the fiddle and mandolin giggling; the other foreboding, threatening, the tall stand-up base groaning in distress. I have hesitated for some time to jump into the gun-control fray, but will go there today; for what, I do not know. What do I have to gain? So, first, the happy tune […]

Understudy

The mellow yellow glow from empty sunlit seed-heads glistening over a dense, light-green, chest-high timothy field makes it all the more beautiful to watch Chubby doing what Springer Spaniels are bred to do — locate and flush bird or beast with blissful enthusiasm from tangled cover. The furious sight and sound of thrashing brush highlighted […]

Short & Sweet

Observation and evaluation, that’s what it comes down to with me, whether hunting, exploring or just sizing up a man or situation. Take for example rating a local ballplayer. Yeah, the numbers can help, but not so much as actually observing the guy on the field, the way he carries himself, his mechanics, the way […]

Puppy Love

The waxing Hunter’s Moon has cleared the air and I have finally decided on a registered name for the pup I call Chubby; it’s Old Tavern Farm’s Rabble Rouser. Imagine that! A husky, free-spirited incendiary living at the fork in the Upper Meadows’ road? Live with it, Dude. It’s real. I was at the vet’s […]

Man’s Best Friend

Catalpa pollen, fawn prints, second nests and puppies: that’s where we’re headed today after an otherwise uneventful week by a careful observer in the fertile Meadows. Catalpas? Well, my itchy eyes and allergic tickles should have told me they were blooming. As kids we called them banana trees, and they bug me every year around […]

Eventful

The air was gray, leaves piled in massive, narrow mounds, front yard and back, as the rain let up and a strong, blustery, north wind rattled the dining-room window like a ghost begging for coffee. I took it as a call from the wild, 9:05 a.m. on old Eli Terry, pride of Plymouth, Conn., circa 1824. It looked like […]

Mutual Reliance

Breaking in a new gun dog is a chore that’s only as unpleasant as you choose to make it. You can be demanding — screaming, hollering and getting physical — or, then again, just try to make it fun by taking the pressure off and letting the animal’s instincts rule. I prefer the latter. But that’s just me. […]

Meadow Magic

The air was cool and refreshing, the yard shaded, tiny splashes of sun here and there, lawn wet with gray, misty dew. High white clouds appeared motionless in the pale blue sky, almost hiding a higher half-moon smiling down from the heavens like a ghost peering around a doorjamb. The previous day had surpassed 90 […]

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