Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Not the Bones We're Looking For

Sunday night I laid a man-track which I ran Sparta on ten hours later.  She did great taking into account the time off she's had from the work.  Monday afternoon was a good time for taking both terriers for a walk, including a little detour while keeping our eye out for morel mushrooms and shed antlers.

We found some bones, but not the bones we were looking for.  Some others in the area are reporting finding their first morels, but I have to keep on looking.

A 500 yard man track.
Stoic checks out a log.

The modern farm as natural habitat: there was plenty of sign around this, a protected water source.

Not the bones we were looking for.

It could've come from a young buck or a calf, too little remains to tell.

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