The pup chased her first (full grown) deer last night. I wish I’d been filming the adventure.
She spotted it on our last trip across the creek to shut the chickens in their coop. From the gravel road she saw it, on full alert and with the characteristic “mohawk” stripe of raised fur two inches wide down the center of her back.
The deer was 300 yards away, but she was determined to cover the distance–except for one tiny detail: the deer could leap over the tall pasture grass. Gandy’s eyes were a good foot below the tops as she sped straight-line towards the fleeing deer. But where did it go?
And so her run was more of a kangaroo hop on her back legs, at least a dozen times in a row, with her head bobbing well above the grass, in order to keep a bead on the much bigger version of the little spotted thing she had discovered hidden in the pasture earlier.
I never saw a dog bounce like that. She’s full of surprises, and not quite 8 months old.
The adult deer got clean away, of course. And Gandy has failed to find her fawn playmate, even though she’s visited the exact same spot where they met several times since.
The image, Forget Me Not. They are back this year, after several years of not reappearing on the little sand bar at our crossing on Nameless Creek. I am especially fond of the flowering arrangement (inflorescence) of this plant, called a “helicoid cyme“: a curled unfurling not unlike the tip of a fern frond, and following the Golden Mean in its unfolding.