Part 2 - A Walk In The North Hay Field

We'd passed through the gate at the far end of the north hay field and reached the little stream, where an old steel culvert lay exposed and rusting. It surely wasn't doing any good there, but I suppose I'll leave it alone. At least it isn't doing any harm - and what would I do with it anyway?:

But there wasn't much to see and the briers were ripping at my legs. So we turned back toward the house and barn:

But then we made a side trip along the fence line. Sadly, I discovered that I already have many fence repairs to do:

It gave the youngsters another opportunity to run, though. And as for me, how could I fail to be thrilled with such scenery?:

The trees were budding. Yes, this walk occurred some weeks ago. I built up a cache of blog posts to see me through the moving process. So these posts are from May:

And Shadbush was blooming here and there all along the fence line:

I got up close to one Shadbush (also called Shadblow) for a photo:

The house and barn looked far away at that point but I loved the big skies:

We began making our way back toward the house. Fergus, ever the Nervous Nelly, got spooked by something and moved far off by himself, keeping an eye on us but not getting too close until we reached the road:

It was a fine day to be alive and having such an adventure. That white spot up ahead, by the way, is Fergus waiting for us. He'd circled wide around the field to avoid whatever bogeymen he'd imagined:

Now, Fergus, can you see that everything is OK?:

I told the dogs to heel (with varying degrees of success) as we crossed back over the dirt road and that ended our adventure in the north hay field: