When I reached the top of the hill, I stopped and just looked around for a bit. The early morning fog was still in evidence. Giving the rolling hills and craggy bluffs a look of misty illusion. Not so thick that you couldn’t see through it, but a light mist or fog, as you will.
There was a morning concert as well. The crickets were singing, or rather fiddling their legs. The neighbor’s bull was serenading the cows. Off to the north I could hear a coal train rumbling along the tracks, and a mile to the south the sound of tires singing on the highway. Not the roar of traffic you hear in the city, but an occasional solo of singing tires.
Morning doves were greeting the day as well; their voices a melody across the waving pasture grass. As the sun rose a bit higher in the sky and the mist receded for the day; meadowlarks joined in the morning song.
As Min Min and I meandered back down the hillside, she stayed very close to my side. After we closed the gate to the yard fence behind us she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and trotted off, about the yard.
I went in the house and brought my morning coffee out to the zero gravity loungers to enjoy the morning bliss a bit more. As I was sipping my steaming cup of Joe, I heard the reason she was so close.
A faint yip yip, howl, then another and another. The neighbor’s burro started braying a warning as well. Cheyenne and LuLu were patrolling the perimeters of the yard fence, and then the entire kennel started a howling concert.
I had looked around as I went out the gate this morning. As I surveyed my line of vision came across chickens, ducks, cats, guineas, of course our yard dogs, and a wealth of tall grasses and weeds. This has been a wet season for here, so the grasses and weeds have flourished.
I didn’t see any predators other than those sailing on outstretched wings in the sky. The grasses and weeds shield a multitude of life. As it was this morning the pack of hunting coyotes were shielded by the range grasses as they looked about for their breakfast.
Min Min is a small Pomeranian, so given the opportunity they would include her in their menu. Hence her decision to stay very close to my side. Min Min has lived out here for the majority of her life and has become more aware of the cycle of life on the range.
For now she is happily curled up in her bed taking a nap after her brief walk; and I am on with my day.
Life is a journey… enjoy the view along the way.
Mary E. Robbins
Robbins Run Ranch