This morning Minnie (my smallest but bossiest dog) was losing her mind, barking into the woods behind my house. I figured a deer or two had decided to spend the day napping in the brush like they often do so I called her in and headed out there with my camera.
I walked out there, climbed the little hill in back of the shed and peered into the woods. I did not travel through any brush nor push through any briars. No vegatation came higher than my ankles.
I spent three or four minutes peeking and peeping into the brush but couldn't spot the furry beast I'm sure was right there watching me with big frightened eyes. I gave up and walked back into the house, this time walking the flat boulder and across the lawn.
As I was reading diaries I happened to catch sight of something crawling on my shirt at boobie level. I looked down and couldn't focus because it was so small NOT because I am starting to get old lady eyes! Be nice. I picked it off my shirt and realized it was a tick smaller than the head on a pin.
Now, before I can head out to grocery shop, I will have to take the time to brush all three dogs knowing there must have been a bloom of these nasty little creatures during this latest little warm-up we've been having. Ignoring the fact I can't stand winter, the first hard frost cannot come soon enough to get rid of these disease carriers.