Again.  Same place, same time of year as last. And Gandy the dog discovered it first. Actually, it was a THEM. She always runs ahead of us down the road the follows the edge of the steep woods along the pasture that tumbles along beside Nameless Creek. Usually, when she bursts away from us, bounding on her back legs like a pronking antelope, it’s a squirrel she’s spotted just at the bend of the road. So we didn’t think much about it when she bolted …

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