Snoopy Scrapper-doodle!

Sydney, Sit!
The small hound crushed me today on our trail-run! Since it's been below 32 degrees the last few days, the snow was more a hard-pack, tacky snow (as opposed to an ice arena) making it great for a hike. (It's when you get that 32+ weather in the day and then freeze and re-freeze at night that it gets sketchy). And the hound was in fine form today. She hunted up pheasant, rabbits, deer, squirrels and even a woodpecker.

Oh yeah...a bald eagle lives in Camden. It's wingspan is easily 5 feet. White head/white tail and magnificent. I'm sure that the Scrapper looked like a fine snack from his eagle's-eye-view. Luckily, the small hound's quite a chameleon ...see how well she blends in to the scenery!
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The sun even peeked it's way through the clouds for a bit while we were out there. The pitter-patter of Syd's feet on the crusty ice was all I heard for the most part...until the wood-pecker started pecking away. He was way up in a tree (all fluffed-out in brown, blue and white feathers..very pretty), and out of reach though.

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Sniffing out the deer tracks. It's really a kick when she starts digging the snow....just don't stand behind her unless you want a bunch of snow balls thrown your way. A large tree appendage was blown off a tree and had landed mid-trail. Sydney ran up to inspect things and then started barking at it. She did that once in San Francisco when it was really hot one night and so we had a big fan in our room. Syd didn't know what it was and barked at the fan until we let her know that the fan was a "friend". I told her that the tree-branch was a friend, and she quit barking.

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Snoopy and the Red Baron meet Siberia! I should have had her jacket on but she was fine without it. I even got hot. We improved our time by almost 10 minutes and so the quicker pace of our trail-run, more than the actual temperature had alot to do with me working up a sweat. It was still just 27 degrees after all.

...and about 7 miles later (creature of habit that I am) we arrived back to where we started and headed home. Mike arrived back from his bike ride about an hour behind us and just in time...the snow just started flying again.