Christmas Acorns?

I was growing a little tired of the two sidebar photos I had up of the fall leaves.
So I decided to switch it to a mini version of this:

I took this picture in mid-November for my Nature Blog.  Last year we had hardly any mast, and the squirrels and other animals that depend on things like acorns had a rough winter. But this year we had a very abundant mast. And there have been more acorns than the squirrels, chipmunks, deer, etc. can handle.  Acorns of all types are everywhere! It’s nice to see.

I think the ones with the metallic silver sheen are the prettiest of all.  I photographed these 3 because they remind me of Christmas bulbs, and leave me with the feeling of a happy and festive mood.


Photo Friday

This is one of our dogs.  His name is Odie.
Yes, he is named after the cartoon, courtesy of one of our daughters.   🙂

Odie is a Black Mouth Mountain Cur.  We rescued him as a pup.  Someone was very cruel to Odie.  Very cruel.  When we took him in he had a head injury, severe mange, lots of worms, and he was suffering from severe malnutrition.  If someone even said “No” to the kids in his presence, he would hit the ground expecting to be hit.  It was awful.  He was with us for over a year before he realized that food really was going to come every single day and he didn’t have to inhale every bit of dog food the second he saw it.

One of his favorite past times is sliding down the hills.  He does it in grass.  He does it in wet grass.  He does it in snow.  It’s so much fun to watch.  But without fail, every time I get the camera, he stops and runs to me.  One of these days hopefully I’ll catch it on film and if I do, I’ll share it with you.  He slides down the long hill with the type of joy that you see in little kids.  It’s fun to watch.

He is a champ of a dog.  His personality is amazing.  The fragile, weak, bony, bald, infected, young dog turned into a well muscled, healthy bear of a dog.  He loves every one of us around here and is a great guard dog.  He is a special fella, who realizes we saved him.  He was an old enough pup when we rescued him that he remembers some of his bad treatment, but he also remembers that we saved him.  And there is nothing quite like the love of a dog that knows what you did for him.

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