The Wednesday Walkers headed back to Swallowfield this week. The stench of dead fish has disappeared though the slippery silt of flooding remains. We didn't make it as far as the river, let alone the estuary, as we heard gunshots and came across vehicles belonging to Ducks Unlimited. Ducks Unlimited recently bought the property and while they generously allow us to use it still, their primary focus is providing environments to attract ducks so they can train their hunting dogs there. I won't get into a rant about organizations that protect the environment only so they can slaughter animals for pleasure.... (okay, I did get into it, but that's all I'll say).
Anyway, we did suggest to one member that it would be useful if they hung a little sign on the gate to let unsuspecting dog people know when they are shooting on the marsh. We gathered our dogs and quickly changed direction, heading to the other end of the area. The dogs still got a good run and no harm was done (except, perhaps, to some poor unsuspecting ducks).
I was surprised to see few signs of spring at Swallowfield, though it is only ten minutes down the road from Crofton - the shrubs had not come into leaf, no spring flowers were blooming. But the dogs didn't care about that - they had fun in the fields and muck.
Hugo
Dolly havin' fun!
Charley
Dogs and their peeps in the field
Looking over the swamps
Playtime! (Photo courtesy of Mary)
I didn't take many photos on this week's walk. Mary, however, captured this series of her dog Tarben (Photos by Mary, used with permission):
Oops, I misjudged...
Misjudged again!
I canna stop sliding!
Okay, I....
....meant to do that!
And now Master Oliver says it is time for his morning walk and polar bear swim, so I better push myself away from the computer and do as he bids.
1 comment:
The cloud patterns and their reflections in the water are absolutely stunning in that first photo, Jean!
As for duck hunting, we met a hunter at Boundary Bay last Sunday. He was a nice fellow, but the encounter was the only blemish on an otherwise perfect day. He was very excited to tell me that Brant hunting season was to begin the next day and continue for nine days. I told him I was sorry to hear that. We still managed to carry on a civil conversation (with Bill doing most of the talking:) but oh my, how can anyone enjoy seeing a bird or animal die, when they could watch it alive. I just don't get it.
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