Forced Communication

So our post-holiday laziness has caused the Red Dog much angst, and thus we are forced to step-up and remind the world that she is still very much alive and kicking. This morning on our daily jaunt to the park and the river, the two of us were lucky enough to witness a snowy storm of seagulls flying up the waterway to an area just past the airport where they proceeded to feed on some unsuspecting (and unfortunate) fish. A few minutes later, they flew back in the direction from which they came...kind of an avian smash and grab, if you think about it. In the midst of all that activity, "Big Blue" (one of the Blue Herons that frequents our neighborhood) made a surface-skimming entrance as he buzzed across the river directly under the swarming gulls and landed in his usual fishing spot. Add in the honking Canadian geese swimming just offshore and we had a bird dog's dream. Too bad Shiva thinks she's above such filthy things. She does, however, like to watch those silly birds do their stuff, and goose poop certainly does smell nice. :)