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Late December is not a popular RVing time, so we had the entire campground to ourselves. Well, we thought we had it to ourselves. Out for our morning walk, and we ran into another herd who thought they had the park to themselves, too.
They look like they outnumber us.
Lots and lots of them.
For some strange reason, they decided to get out of our path and settle into the lake instead.
Even the different one flew away.
Definitely did not look like the others.
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As you know, Hu-dad usually has a strict camping rule that there is no singing in the campsite. Something about not everyone wants to hear a pack of Siberian Huskies sing, though we can’t figure out why. Anyway, he tells us we have to be quiet and can only sing at home.
But Kiska led a raucous song time Saturday morning and Hu-dad just couldn’t get it to stop. He decided that it was not too bad since the campground was empty (our apologies to the rangers who thought they were getting a quiet weekend).
The funny part is that we are used to ending our song time and listening for the coyotes or other creatures to sing back to us. When we finished Saturday morning, a rooster crowed back at us.
The look on Typhoon’s face said it all, “Boy, that coyote sure sounds funny.”
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DINNER!!! Sorry. I only think those thoughts when I see gooses, I don’t say them. Now Maggie, on the other hand… let’s just say that once they start talking to her, she likes to talk back!
Cammie!
That different one was a Muscovy Duck, or proper name – South American Tree Dwelling Water Fowl – calm but have wicked claws for holding onto branches. Not pup friendly. Ugly buggers.
Haha – that rooster was challenging all of your pups!
Monty and Harlow
I am having my first experience with a half Husky and half German Shepherd with Husky dominant and having dogs most of my life……this one is definitely different! Gives me lots of laughs.. Looks like Qannik with brown eyes. I really get a kick out of your posts! Thanks n have a wonderful 2015!! ~deb (from canton nc)
Listen to the song of my people…..
How can you not live that,and I think it would be awesome to see the looks on other peoples’ faces after the song of the herd….. Just sayin
But a rooster.. Clearly they reach everybody
Mom sez: Now tell me who wouldn’t love to hear a beautiful SiberChoir!? I just wish the Herd could talk the hu-Dad into doing about a 3 minute video of them at “song-time”, to post on here, and I’d play it over, and over, and over again, for me ‘n Ice.