Faulkner
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Been a while since I've done a Daisy post.
We have rain forecast for the next few days and I need to get some bush hogging done before it gets too wet. Specifically, I have a fence row bordering a creek and if it rains enough for the water to rise the ground will be too wet for a couple of weeks before I can get the tractor back to the area. I told Daisy she could tag along, she likes following along behind the tractor and chasing the occasional cottontail that shoots out of the grass. I brought my DSLR camera along just in case we came across Bigfoot or something else picture worthy, you just never know what will jump out of the woods when your bush hogging.
We'd been out for a few hours and temperature was approaching 90 degrees by noon time and the humidity was thick, so I decided I'd make a pass down by the creek and park the tractor under a shade and let Daisy wade into the creek and cool off. As soon as we got near creek bank she took off into the water. After shutting the tractor down I climbed off and got me a ice cold Mountain Dew out of the ice chest and found a grassy spot under a shade tree next to the creek to sit a spell.
After splashing around in the water a bit Daisy, always looking for something to do, decided it was necessary to go up and down the creek bank and find driftwood sticks and bring them to me. After she'd find one and hand it off to me, off she'd go back into the water to find and fetch another. In short order I had a pretty good pile of sticks, made me wonder if she been watching the local beavers or something. Well, she was enjoying herself and cooling off at the same time I let her keep at it.
After about 30 minutes I called out to Daisy, "time to go girl" as I got up from my comfortable sitting spot. Not surprisingly, Daisy stopped what she was doing and sat down in the creek and put a pout on her face as though she was saying "but we just got here." She just sat there in the middle of the creek watching me while I did a walk around on the tractor, pulling out vines and stuff from the bush hog, then got on board and started up the tractor.
"Come on girl, let's go!" Reluctantly, she got up and slowly waded over to the bank and climbed out of the creek with seemingly great effort and looked up at me pitifully. "Goodness," I thought, "she's been hanging around my 6 year old granddaughter too much."
We have rain forecast for the next few days and I need to get some bush hogging done before it gets too wet. Specifically, I have a fence row bordering a creek and if it rains enough for the water to rise the ground will be too wet for a couple of weeks before I can get the tractor back to the area. I told Daisy she could tag along, she likes following along behind the tractor and chasing the occasional cottontail that shoots out of the grass. I brought my DSLR camera along just in case we came across Bigfoot or something else picture worthy, you just never know what will jump out of the woods when your bush hogging.
We'd been out for a few hours and temperature was approaching 90 degrees by noon time and the humidity was thick, so I decided I'd make a pass down by the creek and park the tractor under a shade and let Daisy wade into the creek and cool off. As soon as we got near creek bank she took off into the water. After shutting the tractor down I climbed off and got me a ice cold Mountain Dew out of the ice chest and found a grassy spot under a shade tree next to the creek to sit a spell.
After splashing around in the water a bit Daisy, always looking for something to do, decided it was necessary to go up and down the creek bank and find driftwood sticks and bring them to me. After she'd find one and hand it off to me, off she'd go back into the water to find and fetch another. In short order I had a pretty good pile of sticks, made me wonder if she been watching the local beavers or something. Well, she was enjoying herself and cooling off at the same time I let her keep at it.
After about 30 minutes I called out to Daisy, "time to go girl" as I got up from my comfortable sitting spot. Not surprisingly, Daisy stopped what she was doing and sat down in the creek and put a pout on her face as though she was saying "but we just got here." She just sat there in the middle of the creek watching me while I did a walk around on the tractor, pulling out vines and stuff from the bush hog, then got on board and started up the tractor.
"Come on girl, let's go!" Reluctantly, she got up and slowly waded over to the bank and climbed out of the creek with seemingly great effort and looked up at me pitifully. "Goodness," I thought, "she's been hanging around my 6 year old granddaughter too much."
