I know it's cold but ...

I know it's cold, but Wendy and Trey really, really, wanted: make that, needed a run today.  So I put on a sweater, a hoodie sweat shirt, outer pants over my jeans, gloves and mitts.  The hood on my sweat top went over my ear muffs.  I tied my hoodie under my chin and zipped my winter coat as high as I could.  Big fluffy socks and lined boots finished my preparations.

On one side of the road is the Shearwater Forces Base and on the other, Morris Lake.

Chasing the ball across Morris Lake.

Shortly after arriving, I lobbed the ball pretty high, and was started to see a large, snowy owl drift out of the trees and cruise silently over my head seeking a more private perch.  What a thrill.  

As I walked along, I discovered what looked like coyote tracks running in the opposite direction than we were travelling.   A different set of animal tracks crossed its path.

Strangely enough these tracks were made by a bird.  Why walk when you can fly ?

In the photo below, you can see the bird finally decided to take my advice.

Silly bird !

Sun down ...

Wendy, Trey and I went for a walk on a path beside the Shearwater Base this afternoon.

It was quite mild for the third of December, and I walked with my puffy, purple winter coat flapping open.  The path was wet in parts and my shoes quickly became soaked through.

Wendy and Trey chased the frisbee.  Actually Trey mostly chased the frisbee, while Wendy more or less waited for me to send it right to her.

It was one of those monochromatic, dull days that makes one long for a bit of colour.

The sun sets pretty early these days.  December 21 or thereabouts is the shortest day of the year, and I remind myself that the days start getting longer after that.

Today was dull.

Today was dull until sunset, when a section of sky cleared, allowing an orange beam from the setting sun to ever so briefly pierce through.

Beauty, eh ?