June 24, 2010. Thursday.
Situation: Same chores as yesterday, only about an hour earlier. Some of the peeps have ventured as far as the spruce tree before I let the bigger chickens out, and they all gather together wherever I throw some feed for them. Last night I worked, but Moi was home to take Mway for her afternoon walk, or at least to throw stick for her. It’ll be the same situation today; I’ll have to go out shortly after noon to do some afternoon work also. It’s about 8:15 by the time I’m ready to accompany Mway down the path.
State of the Path: The heat doesn’t hit me as strongly as it did yesterday, but, again, it’s an hour earlier. But though an hour earlier, there’s no more dew on the weeds. I’m struck by how much the touch-me-nots (more specifically, spotted touch-me-nots) look bedraggled; where they’ve flowered, the flowers look withered. Audubon describes the flowering period as July – October. Since they’ve flowered so early this year, I’m curious to see how they fare later on. A lot of grape vines around the side path along the orchard; I’ve beaten down a lot of blackberry shoots, so the blackberry brambles don’t seem to be overtaking the path; at the end of the side path, though, the goldenrod is so thick that the path has all but disappeared: as I walk along, the goldenrod stems fall in front of my chest, scrape against my thighs and crotch, and spring back up behind me. Except for the fleabane and what I think is Queen Anne’s lace in the upper field, most of the white in the field is gone. Something ruffles through the weeds down by the creek: probably a mouse or a vole, though it could be a snake.
State of the Creek. Each of the pools that I noted yesterday is still there, but each one has shrunk a little, with fresh mud at its rim. The newly exposed mud at the rim of the pool at the log jam seems buckled upward, as though something has buried itself underneath it. Water striders crowd what little water is left in a couple of the pools.
The Fetch: Again it seems like my muscles are sore as I bend down to pick up the stick; maybe I’m just not used to using them so early in the morning. In contrast to me, Mway is a dynamo, fetching the “pro-quality” stick more times than I care to throw it. After a number of fetches, she comes back to me holding the stick in her mouth. I start to turn around, but I see she’s not following me: she wants to play “Put it down.” So I turn around and scold her, “put it down!” It’s the last fetch I want to do; as Mway brings the stick back, it gets caught between my legs so I almost stumble. On the way back on the path, a briar catches on my shirt sleeve, and I think to myself that I must remember to bring something along on my next walk to cut these briars back.
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