|Buffalo grazing in winter on a farm in the Pueblo of Isleta, New Mexico.|
|Before I started hiking in the mountains, I walked the ditches around my house every Sunday.|
On the Northside of TimeOn the Northside of Time by xlntwtch
It was a good day for the dogs and a bad one for the rabbits. I heard the big black dog howl his chase call through most of the afternoon, sometimes near and sometimes far. His little white shadow yipped along behind him. There were long pauses between yips heard. That little dog had short legs and needed extra wind and effort just to keep up.
The air outside was cool and sharp. The dogs ran under the last autumn leaves I could spot out there, out past the meadow. Some of those old trees in the grove stayed green the whole winter long. Most never did. The hunt through the big grove must have been exciting for the dogs. Not for smaller and younger animals.
The dogs came back when the setting sun put sof
Some people call me Labrat.|
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