Never Trust an Angelic Puppy!
… or at least it was until it was marred by the angelic puppy biting the corner off one of my faux leather dining chairs.
Before you ask I was not absent from the room … I had heard him get up to the table and as I stood up to admonish him back down there was a snapping sound and he ran away with his prize.
Naturally his prize was confiscated and he was told he was naughty. So that is his first serious damage – one which cannot be readily made good. He very quickly returned to his sweet natured little self for the rest of the evening so clearly being in my bad books did not agree with the wee mannie.
I had done all my job search stuff for the morning when I got a call from the Enterprise Allowance organisation – so that is set in motion at least. I needed to pop out for messages and took the camera with me leaving Pup settled in his crate and Dog curled up on the dog bed. As I headed towards Kirriemuir I decided on a whim to take a detour down the wee lane to the Waste Water Treatment Works (WWTW).
This lane used to have lovely hedgerow down both sides but it is a casualty of the development of the stubble field. It has had all the hedge and trees grubbed out and replaced by an awful post and wire fence. I have some photos of it but I will save those for another time. I was intrigued by a weather system I could see at the other side of Strathmore and managed to catch a gap in some woodland to grab a picture.
I wandered on taking some pictures of the wonderfully twisted and lacy larches including this one looking straight up … no vertigo and it looked rather like a fan vaulted ceiling!
I found some curious lichens, pale green and frilly and a wee burn running though a steep gully. The beech trees had their needle like buds just waiting to open into bright green leaves even as they still have some of their russet leaves still clinging to the twigs. The leaf litter is a rich range of browns and russets and yet there are signs of new life poking through. I noted this with interest since the past two days have seen skeins of geese flying homeward … and traditionally locals use the gees to prophesy a hard or otherwise winter. If they are going home already that should be good news for an early spring?
Then there was a magic moment for me as I could hear a buzzard ‘kee’ ‘kee’ as it flew – although I couldn’t see it – but as I looked up I did see a nest high in a tree – can you see it too?
I turned back and took a picture of some bracken which was part submerge in the burn; I was pleased I could get the underwater bit since I did not have the polarising filter with me but even more excited when I took the next picture and got the lovely refection of the tree trunks.
But the real highlight was something I could easily have overlooked – the dew on mosses:
Next time I go I will be taking my mini tripod with me to get some better shots but supermacro handheld, close to the floor … I am thrilled with these pictures. Oh and I almost forgot – yes it was muddy – it always happens when I do something on a whim doesn’t it? but I didn’t fall in it today!