I spent almost two hours at the cabin yesterday after my granddaughters went home, listening to Floyd Westerman sing Indian songs, and watching my dog, Mandy, and her friend Buddy. I have no idea what they thought they were chasing, but they were dead earnest in their pursuit of whatever demon it was. Buddy barked a lot... short, angry, staccato barks. Mandy isn't very vocal, so she only dug and probed with her nose, and sometimes went to see what Buddy was barking at.
Just before heading back to the house, I took this shot from my porch.
It's so pretty back there.