Happy Spring Day

We didn’t come to the WV Place last weekend (one of Shannon’s girlfriends, who we’d never met, came to the MD house to visit). So I was looking doubly forward to this weekend to see what changes the coming of Spring had wrought.

One of my favorite things to do is walk through the woods, looking, listening, and just observing all the subtle natural changes.

I was delighted to see the trees have started blooming.

I was especially happy to see the Redbuds have started blooming. That’s when you know Spring is really here.

I was also very tickled to see this little butterfly (or moth). It was only about an inch and a half long.

Another of my favorite pastimes is watching the dogs enjoying their freedom in the woods. Each and every one of them absolutely LOVE the WV place.

I swear they all run around with big, silly grins on their faces when they are here.

That’s K in a more-familiar state. If you ever wonder why I post more pictures of Meg and Belle than I do of K, this is why. She’s usually got her head buried under something or is dashing like a crazy dog through the trees sniffing stuff. I think she has some cat blood in her. She’s supposed to be a bird dog, not a rodent hunter.

Belle is a follower. She and K were just walking along when K decided to stick her head under that stump. Belle stopped and looked back as if to say, “Hey, wait a minute. What’s under there?”

Belle just had to go back for a better look. K was by that point shoulder-deep under the stump. And Belle was watching closely to see what she would find.

The previous evening, the two young ones had bored out this tree cavity. No rodent is safe in our yard. Not one.

This was Meg earlier in the day, waiting for Hubby to come back from town with lunch. My lunch, not her lunch.

Speaking of Meg, while the young girls were chasing rodents, she was off doing some hunting of her own.

Look what she found…

That is a big bone. I have no idea where she got it. The thing is, it didn’t smell all nasty and decayed like most stuff they drag home. It sorta-kinda smelled like ham. Which makes me think Meg may have robbed one of the neighbor’s smokers.

You should have seen Belle’s eyes light up when she saw Meg walk past with that big-ass bone.

K was too busy hunting to notice the bone right away. But she did finally notice right before I took it from Meg.

They were all looking at me as if to say, “Aw, c’mon, Mama. Where’d you put the bone?”

What sort of Spring changes are happening in your neck of the woods?