Faulkner
Member
One of our neighbors called last week and said they'd be out of town for two or three days and asked if I'd check in on his livestock. He said they'd have plenty of feed and hay out but just keep an eye on things around his place while they were gone. "Sure thing" I told him.
The temperature has been warm in the Ozarks this week, close to a hundred with high humidity to boot, so Daisy and I been hiking down the fence line to check in on the neighbor's place just as the sun comes up each morning. On the first day I took the tractor down the fence row and bush hogged a path so I didn't have to walk through knee deep grass and get all chiggered up.
The next morning Daisy and were walking along the path of fresh cut grass and as we rounded a bend a big ole cottontail was grazing on the cuttings. I think the cottontail and Daisy saw each other about the same time and, although the cottontail had a little head start, the chase was on. The cottontail bolted directly into dense undergrowth of the fence row and on into the uncut hay field on the other side, with Daisy in hot pursuit. Border collies in general don't make good rabbit hounds but Daisy will chase one until it gets out of sight, but they better be quick about it because she has caught several in the early stages of the chase. Fortunately for this cottontail, it made it's escape.
After a few minutes Daisy made her way back to the path and caught up to me as I continued on my way. I looked down at her and shook my head when I saw that she was covered up with beggar's lice. It was in her ears and all around her eyes and up and down her body. She probably picked it up when she went through the underbrush on the fence row. Daisy get's a brushing every morning anyway, but it can be a chore getting these things off a rough coat boarder collie.
When we finished making the rounds and got back home Mrs. Faulkner was sitting in the porch swing waiting on us. I walked up and told her, "your thousand dollar dog took out after a rabbit and look what she has gotten into! That stuff is gonna have to be brushed out."
Mrs Faulkner smiled and said, "you're the one that took her out, you better get to brushing." Well, I guess she's right.
I got Daisy brushed out before breakfast, although some of them had to be picked out by hand because I couldn't get to them with the brush. Since she get's brushed daily anyway, Daisy just took it in stride.
The temperature has been warm in the Ozarks this week, close to a hundred with high humidity to boot, so Daisy and I been hiking down the fence line to check in on the neighbor's place just as the sun comes up each morning. On the first day I took the tractor down the fence row and bush hogged a path so I didn't have to walk through knee deep grass and get all chiggered up.
The next morning Daisy and were walking along the path of fresh cut grass and as we rounded a bend a big ole cottontail was grazing on the cuttings. I think the cottontail and Daisy saw each other about the same time and, although the cottontail had a little head start, the chase was on. The cottontail bolted directly into dense undergrowth of the fence row and on into the uncut hay field on the other side, with Daisy in hot pursuit. Border collies in general don't make good rabbit hounds but Daisy will chase one until it gets out of sight, but they better be quick about it because she has caught several in the early stages of the chase. Fortunately for this cottontail, it made it's escape.
After a few minutes Daisy made her way back to the path and caught up to me as I continued on my way. I looked down at her and shook my head when I saw that she was covered up with beggar's lice. It was in her ears and all around her eyes and up and down her body. She probably picked it up when she went through the underbrush on the fence row. Daisy get's a brushing every morning anyway, but it can be a chore getting these things off a rough coat boarder collie.
When we finished making the rounds and got back home Mrs. Faulkner was sitting in the porch swing waiting on us. I walked up and told her, "your thousand dollar dog took out after a rabbit and look what she has gotten into! That stuff is gonna have to be brushed out."
Mrs Faulkner smiled and said, "you're the one that took her out, you better get to brushing." Well, I guess she's right.
I got Daisy brushed out before breakfast, although some of them had to be picked out by hand because I couldn't get to them with the brush. Since she get's brushed daily anyway, Daisy just took it in stride.
