Pearl888
41/52 Pips on her vision quest..
Yes, she has a vision and is ready to take on the quest to fulfil it.
A vision of discovery.
Discovery of hidden ducks and quail and BUNNIES….
Nestled, concealed and perfectly camouflaged amongst the long grass out at the lake.
A vision of the hold-your-breath anticipation, of the mad scramble, the ready-to-spring, the exhilerating bolt out of the gates, the excited spurt of the chase.
For the quest of digging deep into generations of collie genes, to round up anything possible.
When I spot her like this, I have a vision quest too.
A vision of other things, of not so much fun factors in the equation.
Of snakes and ticks and spiders also hidden deep in there.
Of substantially sized eels, making their way overland - yes, I've seen it - from one part of the lake to another.
Of empty, old sardine cans, once containing fishing bait, with rusty, sharp edges on the curled up, opened lids, that we often see along the shore, discarded by lazy, thoughtless human visitors.
Of old bits of tangled fishing line with the hooks still attached…
My quest is to keep her outta there !
41/52 Pips on her vision quest..
Yes, she has a vision and is ready to take on the quest to fulfil it.
A vision of discovery.
Discovery of hidden ducks and quail and BUNNIES….
Nestled, concealed and perfectly camouflaged amongst the long grass out at the lake.
A vision of the hold-your-breath anticipation, of the mad scramble, the ready-to-spring, the exhilerating bolt out of the gates, the excited spurt of the chase.
For the quest of digging deep into generations of collie genes, to round up anything possible.
When I spot her like this, I have a vision quest too.
A vision of other things, of not so much fun factors in the equation.
Of snakes and ticks and spiders also hidden deep in there.
Of substantially sized eels, making their way overland - yes, I've seen it - from one part of the lake to another.
Of empty, old sardine cans, once containing fishing bait, with rusty, sharp edges on the curled up, opened lids, that we often see along the shore, discarded by lazy, thoughtless human visitors.
Of old bits of tangled fishing line with the hooks still attached…
My quest is to keep her outta there !