Random day

Couple of quail so fat and docile I could almost touch them! Just chilling, watching me polish the truck this evening. Getting ready for a trip this weekend. Having to rewire some lights, and a larger solar panel. It might get a little chilly out and our only heat source in the RTT is a dog and a couple 12v electric blankets! Good times.

So where are we headed?

Going to mark something off the bucket list headed out to Valley of the Gods for some wheeling and camping  

Jason @BeardedOverland www.beardedadv.blogspot.com

Harley's St. Patrick day story.

 

On St. Patrick’s Day, Harley, the German Shorthaired Pointer (GSP), was running joyfully in a field, her green handkerchief fluttering in the wind. After a while, she lay down in a field of clovers, only to realize that her cherished handkerchief was missing.

With a heavy heart, she retraced her steps, searching for her lost item until the sun began to set. Feeling defeated, she started her journey home, a tear trickling down her eye. But just as her home came into view, her keen nose picked up a familiar scent.

Her tail wagged in excitement as she followed the scent and found her handkerchief caught on a branch. Overwhelmed with joy, she grabbed the fabric and trotted home. That night, tired but happy, Harley curled up in front of the fire, her beloved green handkerchief by her side.

Harley's echo

Once upon a time, in a dense forest filled with towering trees, lived a spirited bird dog named Harley. Harley was known for her keen sense of hearing and her relentless determination.

One day, Harley heard a faint chirping sound. Excited, she decided to find the source of the sound, hoping it was a bird. She darted from one tree to another, her eyes scanning the branches above. The chirping echoed through the forest, guiding her path.

Harley ran tirelessly, her paws thudding against the forest floor. She zigzagged between the trees, her eyes never leaving the leafy canopies. But no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't spot any bird.

Hours turned into days, and Harley's quest continued. The chirping sound was always there, a constant companion in her search. It was as if the bird was always just out of sight, hidden among the leaves.

One day, as Harley was resting under a tree, she noticed something peculiar. The chirping sound was still there, even though she was sitting still. She tilted her head, listening closely. The sound was coming from... her collar!

Harley realized that the chirping sound she had been chasing was not a bird, but the jingling of her own collar. She had been so focused on finding the bird that she hadn't noticed the source of the sound was with her all along.

Harley couldn't help but wag her tail at the discovery. She might not have found the bird she was looking for, but she had found something else - a new understanding of herself and the world around her. And with that, Harley continued her adventures in the forest, her collar jingling merrily with each step.

Jason @BeardedOverland www.beardedadv.blogspot.com