It's official – the grass this year is taller than Smooch.
Walking around the fenceline is challenging. The path has all but disappeared.
We tread lightly, always on the lookout for snakes...
...or whatever else might be hiding in the grass...
...like a couple of masked banditos.
I find walking to be very relaxing. Smooch, not so much.
She's the designated pathfinder, another job that she takes much too seriously.
Maybe, maybe not. We were too far away to be certain.
Then we ran into a cow.
Smooch is so over cows.
Then we found an entire bird wing in the middle of the road.
Most of our walks aren't nearly as interesting. I was glad to have brought along the camera.