Monday, June 6, 2011
We did get some actual R&R this trip. Sunday evening, we took a bottle of wine and some cheese down to Reading Rock and listened to the birds while the dogs wandered off and ate a quart of deer poop. Reading Rock is located along an old logging road, deep in a hollow. It is flat, about eight feet across. It is a nice place to go very late at night and listen to forest sounds. When Lucca was a puppy, I fell asleep there one cool autumn night cuddling her, with our previous boy Palio curled behind my legs. I will occasionally take a folding chair and a book, and spend the hotter part of a summer afternoon reading in the cool shade.
We've got raccoon problems once again this year. I guess Mr. Evans didn't get all of them this winter when he asked if he could hunt on our property. I have nothing personal against raccoons; I just prefer not to have them destroy my bird feeders and gorge themselves on birdseed. We had the same problem last summer, and I guess it will get solved the same way I solved it last summer. The dogs are useless in this regard.
Posted by Rob