Rain, rain, rain. I took many failed pictures of raindrops in the shrouded light of a rainy dawn. Here is one attempt.
Guster the baying hound sneaked out with such joy and gusto that I couldn't bear to make him return to the house. My mistake, once again. He was quiet until the last minute, when he saw an unfortunate pedestrian in the street, trying to have a nice morning walk. By the time I caught up to him (ignoring my cries of NO! BAD DOG! He probably just thinks I am barking along with him) he had finished his alarm and ran up the steps to the house.
I am not against a well timed spanking for big confident dogs. Guster, however, came to us with many overwhelming insecurities. A piece of paper drifting to the floor off a table would send him streaking away in terror. Now he has grown quite stable (relatively speaking), but still, the worst I am willing to do is shake a stick at him, which makes him cower, though he trusts me not to hurt him at this point. I wonder sometimes if he's just playing me.
I'm cheating and posting a picture from yesterday. So many birds out yesterday, about thirty in this one flock, skittering from treetop to treetop. I even thought I saw one lone robin, but it seems too early for that. Here's a cluster of them - no idea what they were.
Each day at dawn I awake to a song.
My cell phone plays rap and hip hop then a gong.
I gather my clothes to go somewhere and stretch,
so my injured low back doesn't drive me to kvetch
Two or three dogs come along on my walk.
They tend to their business, no bother with talk.
The down side is fields that are filled with their turds
that I try to avoid while I listen for birds.
I wax philosophic when out in my yard
tho' I am no Keats, nor a Poe, nor a bard.
And I'm glad to be rising with dawn, to be tested,
and some day I'll nap so I'll be better rested.