From The Pond and other places...
This blog chronicles the adventures of Tango and Topsie, two canine citizens of the Commonwealth of Virginia, and their best friend, Tinkerbelle.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
The sound of music
On many an occasion we would walk through the woods listening to the music of a song bird but never locating the origin of the sound. Today, as we made our way through the glen, the sound of a song bird filled the air. We stopped and listened to the happy chirping. We looked around but did not see anything but the chirping continued long enough for our eyes to adjust to our surroundings. And, as we looked around scanning the trees for the source of the sound, we spotted a tiny wren perched upon a branch of a nearby tree. Oblivious to our presence it continued it's lovely song, its joyful melody echoing after us as we made our way home.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Easter surprise
The geese together again |
...with five little goslings |
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
The stuff of fairytales
The hollow tree |
"The woods are full of the stuff of fairytales" Tinkerbelle said one day. We were walking through the woods as we usually do when she pointed to the hollow tree. The hollow tree stands at the curve in the path that goes through the woods marking the half-way point. It's a stump of a tree really with holes covering the bark like yawing gateways into a mysterious world. Trees like the hollow tree are often cast as homes for woodland elves or other magical creatures. "...Or like these fairy helmets" she continued, pointing to a cluster of Mycena growing around a tree stump. So named for their gray bell-shaped caps, fruit bodies of this type have often served as seating at many a fairy function. "...Or these fly amanita toadstools...." she droned on, pointing to two bright red globes bursting through ground. These are often extolled as the bounty of garden gnomes. "You just have to know where to look," she finished.
Fairy helmets |
Fly amanita toadstools |
Sunday, April 27, 2014
The lonely goose
It was only the previous day that we had discovered the goose alone at the pond. We had hoped that it would be okay without its mate and make its home among the ducks, but what we saw today made us doubt those plans. We were on our way home from our afternoon walk and taking a shortcut through a neighboring complex when we came upon the strangest sight. As we passed the pool area we caught a glimpse of a goose standing by the edge of the empty pool. Most pools open on Memorial Day weekend and since we were still a few weeks away, this pool was uncovered but had yet to be filled. We assumed the goose was the same one we had seen at the pond yesterday. And as we watched it, we wondered what was going though its mind. Was it possible that it had gone mad with grief at the loss of its mate? Or was it just hoping for a swim in the pool? Regardless, the sight left us unsettled. We left the goose staring into the abyss and headed to the pond. We wanted to be sure it was the same goose. At the pond, we saw only the ducks and so assumed it was the same goose. What would become of this grief stricken goose? we wondered.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Duck duck goose
Thursday, April 24, 2014
The albino tree
Thursday, April 10, 2014
A very muddy Topsie
Saturday, March 29, 2014
The signs of spring
The pairing |
The robins return |
The grass starts growing |
The flowers |
Thistle |
Saturday, March 22, 2014
The brave little daffodils
Monday, March 17, 2014
The white forest
...in theory at least. Anot
her snow has fallen but alas, all that might have been green is covered once again in white. Despite the deep snow, we ventured down the trail noticing how everything was blanketed in white. "The White Forest" Tinkerbelle called it, where everything is as pure as the driven snow. There was an unfamiliar hush about the woods as if the snow in blanketing the earth had smothered it of its voice. Nothing moved and nothing sang. We trudged through the snow unaccustomed to this quiet world that despite its state of frozen stillness seemed cast in enchantment.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Ice bobbles
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Winter games
Tangled |
Homeward bound |
Truce |
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
If you can't beat it ...
The snow covered trail |
Topsie sulked |
...join it |
Sunday, February 23, 2014
The hawk and the blackbirds
Clear blue skies marked the day |
The hawk landed in a tree to contemplate its defeat |
temps, so Tinkerbelle, Topsie and I set off for the park. We had only just arrived when the sound of cawing filled the air. We gazed skyward to an unusual sight. Against the bright blue sky, we spotted the outspread wings of a gliding hawk and surrounding the hawk were three agitated blackbirds. The blackbirds, clearly distressed by the hawk's trespass over their territory, swarmed around it in an orchestrated assault. Relentlessly, they flapped and cawed at the hawk as they tried to drive it away. Then, as we watched, they began to tire. First one, and then a second fell back, leaving only the third and last blackbird to defend the territory. As if it knew it was the last line of defense, it drove at the hawk with gusto driving it all the way across the street and only then did it fall back and retreat. We stood mesmerized by this unfolding drama, remembering to pull out the camera just as the hawk landed a top a tree to contemplate its defeat.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Where the robins go
A robin emerged from the woods |
...and landed in our path |
then flew up onto a branch... |
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Early arrivals
The geese arrive early |
The pond spa |
Gathering with the ducks at the pond spa |
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Pretty in pink
Topsie with two pink bows |
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groomers in turn enjoy fussing over Topsie. It's no wonder that she came home with two pink bows in her hair. She strutted around the rest of the day showing them off. I shall have to talk to her about the importance of taking a united stand against grooming day if we are ever to rid ourselves of this scourge.
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