Typhoon here. There I was on my very first hike with these Herd pups and they were really showing me the Wild Life.
Really – wildlife. This fellow was sitting just off the side of the trail we were hiking.
I hope every hike is this exciting.
We know, you are expecting some cute picture of us, but, let’s be real – we are always cute. This week, the hu-dad wanted to share one of his most exciting moments of the week. He has never captured a picture of one of these in the wild and, suddenly, we had the moment this week. We were just driving down the road, looked over to the side of a marshy area on top of the roof of a gazebo, and guess what was sitting there not 20 feet away. Thus, this may not be a picture of us, but we really do think this is awesome . . .
Haliaeetus leucocephalus – Bald Eagle
Location – Huntington Beach State Park in South Carolina
Yesterday, Queen Natasha the Evil alerted us to ducks.
Lots and lots of ducks.
Which made Natasha ask, “If Cheoah the Cheesewhiz had seen the ducks first . . . “
Would that have made Cheese and Quackers?
We were out for a normal walk through Cataloochee Ski when suddenly everyone went on high alert.
The Queen took up the cry for everyone to get to their battle stations.
Kiska followed the command and was ready for anything.
Just our resident turkey family with all 12 chicks walking the slopes of the ski resort.
Frankie, you can now get out of your battle station of directly under the hu-dad’s feet.
This post is dedicated to our dear friends over at Romping and Rolling in the Rockies. KB is always posting pictures of Mountain Lions and other creatures, so we thought we would share our own pictures today. These rare pictures were captured very near our house as we were out for an evening walk. WARNING – The following may be too intense for young pups.
We were simply out for our evening stroll and minding our own business . . .
When the black and white team suddenly alerted on the ferocious beast blocking our road – between us and the safety of our house.
The beast was staring into the woods, no doubt locked in on its prey for the evening.
The intensity soared when it suddenly turned and stared right at us.
It rose slowly to its towering height preparing for the fight, the muscles rippling among the magnificent animal.
Obviously, the giant feline had heard of us and decided wisely that the best course of action was retreat, and so it scampered off.
Queen Natasha the Evil celebrated the victory in her usual way, by chomping on the nearest victim.
Looks just like one of KB’s mountain lions, huh? We had another brush with a different ferocious animal, but we will save that post for later this week. Stay tuned.
While we were all suffering through being housebound with Isaac’s rains . . .
That other Herd was making itself comfortable in our field.
We will have to do something about them, after the belly and ear scratches stop.
And what could possibly have QNTE’s attention in the middle of a walk.
A whole family of turkeys – with lots of youngsters – walked across the field in front of us.
This may look like everyone is standing still, but the leash in the foreground gives away how much Siberian dancing occurred when the turkeys were first spotted.
Wow, now that is a big dog we do not see often on our hikes.
And it sure smells different.
Regardless, it sure has our attention.
We especially loved its big floppy ears – which seemed to be listening to us for some odd reason.
Wait. Don’t run away.
We just wanted to play. Honest.
Running away was just rude.
We were not the only non-humans on our camping trip this week. This feathered friend was camping near us most of the week.
And these turtles were pretty cool, though they seemed to be on alert for something.
Surely you don't believe that sign, turtles?
Come on, turtles, that is just a little tiny, baby gator.
Though this fellow might just be a bit bigger.
We think we are staying on this side of the lake.
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P.S. – Happy Birthday, Hu-Grandmom!
I might be a wolf, but I am still a puppy.
Sometimes I have to tell the adults that I am sorry for something.
Don't know why they ever think I would get into trouble.
I mean, I am just picking things off of the ground.
Uh-oh, my head seems to have grown a little.
I can hear those adults snickering now.
Maybe hanging out with the adults is safer.
It is exhausting being a puppy.