Early November along my beach, there are hundreds of migrating birds. It's like a birders' paradise. Or a bird dog's dream.
Sometimes, Puppy thinks she's a bird dog instead of a Saint Bernard.
This past weekend, there was a huge group of plovers gathering on the beach by the jetty, trying to stay out of the howling November winds. The inevitable group of seagulls was huddled nearby.
Puppy didn't like any of them on her beach.
But she found that the plovers don't scare so easily. They fly, and then regroup. So you have to keep chasing them.
After much chasing back and forth, Puppy enjoyed the brisk November water, smile on her face for a job well done. She got those birds off her beach. For a moment or two.
What did you do this weekend?