How lucky was this for Bristol? I decided Sunday afternoon would be a good day to take Bristol down the the pond and let her check things out. As luck would have it, some critter had dug a fresh burrow. I would have walked right by, but Bristol locked up the brakes, started sniffing around, and before I knew it, was shoulder deep intending to find herself that critter! Again, I was pretty proud of her. And, I am pretty sure I won't be having any raccoons bedding down in my bleeding heart bush this next spring.
I wasn't sure I wanted her dragging out whatever was down there, but decided I would take my chances. She is just so much fun to watch!
I was so hoping that the big ole' rooster pheasant living down here was in this mass of trees and brush. A critter burrow and a live rooster on the same day? Would have been cool, but no such luck.
Water? Not a problem.
