Monday, 7:30 AM. 51 degrees, wind E, calm. The channel is glassy. The sky is overcast and foggy but the barometer predicts sunny weather.It is the first day of fall and all around the signs of the season abound. Colors are coming on fast, and the Bonneys, on 6th and Manypenny, are putting their garden to bed. The canvas-covered rototiller, the upturned wheelbarrow, the garden refuse ready to be composted, the garden fork left standing, would be appropriate props for an artists canvas.
The mountain ash tree is full of birds this morning, robins, flickers, sparrows and cedar waxwings. Lucky and I flushed one grouse on the trail out near the Settlement yesterday afternoon, but it boomed off unscathed. Lucky is slowing down but so am I and we now walk the trails pretty quietly, Indian style. Old dogs and old men make good hunting partners.
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