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13's a Charm
Jun. 15th, 2011 09:07 pm We had a lovely, charming ride tonight.
We also had a murder - a murder of crows which we startled out of the wheat fields on the way out. They would flutter ahead of us, alight on the fence, and then rise up and flutter further down the trail. They did this for quite a ways down the path on the way out.
We crossed the road, passed the tree, and went over the bridge. Sparkle started singing about the grumpy old troll who lived under the bridge, from Dora. We stopped at the second crossroads, shared water, and turned back for home.
Before re-crossing the road, Sparkle said, "Look! There's a deer in the field!" Her excited shout startled said deer, who started running just ahead and parallel to us. Then, just when it got a bit ahead, it bounded right over the entire trail ahead of us, and trotted over the rail road tracks to disappear into the shrubbery on the other side. It was one of the big ones, about the size of a riding horse.
"Wow!" I said.
"That was pretty neat," said Sparkle.
The crows were high up in the trees on the way back, and called to one another as we passed underneath them. It was 61 degrees out, and going on the downhills towards home, I felt quite chilly, and had goosebumps. (Are those the feathers underneath my skin?)
We also had a murder - a murder of crows which we startled out of the wheat fields on the way out. They would flutter ahead of us, alight on the fence, and then rise up and flutter further down the trail. They did this for quite a ways down the path on the way out.
We crossed the road, passed the tree, and went over the bridge. Sparkle started singing about the grumpy old troll who lived under the bridge, from Dora. We stopped at the second crossroads, shared water, and turned back for home.
Before re-crossing the road, Sparkle said, "Look! There's a deer in the field!" Her excited shout startled said deer, who started running just ahead and parallel to us. Then, just when it got a bit ahead, it bounded right over the entire trail ahead of us, and trotted over the rail road tracks to disappear into the shrubbery on the other side. It was one of the big ones, about the size of a riding horse.
"Wow!" I said.
"That was pretty neat," said Sparkle.
The crows were high up in the trees on the way back, and called to one another as we passed underneath them. It was 61 degrees out, and going on the downhills towards home, I felt quite chilly, and had goosebumps. (Are those the feathers underneath my skin?)
