We live at 2,000 feet. We are right on the cusp of where the Manzanitas and Oaks give way to the more Coniferous varieties of trees like the Pondersoa Pine.
Today on my walk, I admired the colors of the Manzanita, which becomes even more fiery red when wet. Beautiful. This tree burns hot, in fact, folks tell me you shouldn't burn it in your woodstove. A dense, dense wood. Slow growing and well suited to this climate.
We ran across five or six Black Tailed Deer today. I was a bit concerned that Angel (my dog) would give chase to the next County. But she just gave them a perfunctory run, before turning, stopping and waiting for me (when I called her). A good dog. She was smiling as she waited for me. Excited about the new fauna we just encountered.
Some would say we shouldn't let dogs run. I agree. We certainly shouldn't let them run in packs, unescorted by human beings. Wildlife is harassed enough without having domesticated pets retreat to their Wolfey selves. In this instance it was no different than if I had surprised the deer. Angel just chased them long enough to give herself the thrill of the chase; she was looking to make friends (as always). And there is no traffic to chase the Deer into out here. No other hazards, other than the normal wild kind.
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