I’m really not much into taking photos of birds. Which is another way of saying that I’m not very good at it so I avoid it. But today the goldfinches were suffering the pangs of outrageous hunger so they let me get closer than normal to them. Happily, this afforded me better than normal results.
Random shots from the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden. First we have Frida, the garden cat. She just finished eating her supper in the shed. Something may not have agreed with her. Frida is there for the mice, not the birds. Although we do seem to have lots of birds around. We also have a mechanical man. And a blue spruce all dolled up for Christmas. Some of the roses are still hanging on. Several benches where you can rest your weary bones and enjoy the view. Even if you do have cataracts. And a piece of art that makes use…
Let’s all wish Arco a happy birthday. He turns five years old today. H e doesn’t always look so serious; he really just doesn’t care for posing.
When I adopted my first Golden Retriever back in 2001 I was like most people. I wanted a young, healthy dog and paid little heed as the rescue adoption counselor explained the benefits of adopting an older dog. I wanted what I wanted and that was it. And there is certainly nothing wrong with that as there are many healthy, young dogs that need homes. But I had no idea of the changes to come when I started volunteering at Homeward Bound. I remember wondering during my first weeks there how we were going to get all these older dogs…
Arco arrived on Sunday for four weeks. No, not the Sacramento sports arena — the dog. Arco’s not a Homeward Bound alumnus; I met him when he lived across the street from me in Folsom. Not the prison — the city where the prison is located. For some reason Arco fixated on me and he watched my house intently for any sign that I might come out. Sometimes he would come over and bark on my porch, yelling at me to come out and pay attention to him. I opened the door once when he was there and he came…
Nope. I have no idea what these owls have to do with any holiday, or even which holiday. All I know is they show up at Homeward Bound every year about this time.
The Homeward Bound Memorial Garden has a couple of trees whose leaves turn a vivid red and gold in the fall. I’m told they are Bradford pears. Every year I try to capture their glory but my results never seem to match the spectacular reality. It seem to me that the Bradfords are the last trees to fully turn and ultimately free their leaves. Sometimes events accelerate the process. The shot above was taken two days ago on Saturday. On Sunday we were visited by a storm and the tree now looks … quite naked. No, little tree it’s not a…
Max had to go back to the Homeward Bound kennels a few weeks ago because I ran out of room at my house when Marshall came. When that happens we watch to make sure there is no backsliding. Max was a little unsure of himself during a couple dog introductions recently so I’ve been wanting to bring Scrappy over to spend time with him. Max and Scrappy have played hard several times before so how they interacted now would be instructive. No problem! They played just fine for half an hour. But … Lori was there. You remember the story…
Scrappy is too busy looking for stuff on the ground to eat. But ‘Spresso and I have a good time by ourselves. Scrappy did manage to make time to harass a car just coming in. Teaching ‘Spresso bad habits.
ROB & DOG 