George and Harley the Wonder Dog are pictured checking each other out after gazing from the porch into the bush and autumn colours. George is eager to go out when Harley is out, but he sticks pretty close to the house and cries at the french doors to come in if it is too windy or cold. A cat thing as any other cat caretaker will tell you. George is restricted to going out only briefly in daylight and when protected by Harley. In the continuing adventures of Harley, he tried to make a breakaway to follow Nikki when she visited with her horse Rio on the weekend. After they left he picked up their scent when I walked with him toward the barn, so he took off to go for what he thought was a requisite ride. This is the first time she has been here since Elaine and I have been taking Harley with us on our trail rides, so he will have to learn to distinguish between the horses that need escort and those that don't (he has not followed her before!). Although I was already about to get in my truck to go and retrieve him, Niki kindly called on her cell phone to tell me where to rendezvous with her. Bad dog. More communication is clearly necessary with Harley on this matter.
Last up is a little more fall colour from a week ago, already the wind has whisked away most of the mantle of red and orange. Only the oak trees are holding on to a few leaves. The deep green of the pines and hemlocks now peek through the white of the birches and brown of the other deciduous trees. Sure enough, this is a sign that moose hunting season has opened and the deer season is just around the corner. From now on I will be wearing my fluorescent PINK reflective clothing in the bush, not much of a chance that hunter will mistake anything that large and that pink for game. Mago has learned to cope with this great indignity, as he has learned to cope with my other embarrassing behaviours.
