Sunday, March 23, 2008

Miss Bailey Escorts the Dad-Servant to See a Sleeping Giant and Observe the Taeniopterygidae Hatch

Oh, Bother! The lunatic humanoid has forced me into the PT Cruiser for another strange encounter with wild things.

Okay, I'll have to pretend I'm enjoying this... We're headed down Route 10 toward Deepest, Darkest Hamden. Maybe I'll be missed, and they'll send out a search party!

Funny name for a chiropractor...Cheshire's an odd place.

Okay, so where's this "Giant?"

Oh... The Dad-Lackey expostulates that native Americans were cursed by an evil spirit called Hobbomock, who stamped his foot so loudly that the Connecticut River changed its course. A good spirit named Keitan cast a spell on Hobbomock, causing him to fall on his back and go to sleep forever. This probably isn't the best view of Hobbomock, but you can sort of get the idea...

I knew it! One can't go anywhere with the Dad-Servant without ending up near the water. It draws this living font of atavistic human tendencies like a moth to a blowtorch.

The Mill River! Okay, it's kinda pretty, but why is this lunatic hyperventilating and uttering strange words in Latin again?

And you expect me to walk on this alleged trail? He's mumbling about "basalt" and "terminal moraine." Something about the Wisconsin Glacier forming this river valley 15,000 years ago. I don't see any polar bears!

Human-Lackey says that this is called a "riff." The same word works with rivers and jazz.

I'll just rest here on the foundation of an ancient dam and act queen-like for awhile!

Nature-boy is uttering incantations to the silver birch. If Buster were here, he'd autograph it.

Hemlock, says the servant! I think I smell the ghost of Chipmunk Past!

Dang! This stupid river just goes on forever! I'd really rather be exchanging ear-licks with Buster-boy or getting some attention from the girl-humans. How far is this possessed Neanderthal going to make me walk?

Spring run-off. High water. It could carry a little dog like me downstream for miles. Dad says it's full of brown and rainbow trout.

Here's a more peaceful stretch. Why are we stopping here?

More incantations in a dead language! Dad-Servant says that this is where the Early Dark Stoneflies are hatching! Taeniopterygidae! Can you see them? I sure can't!

My human tormentor is quick to point out the precise location of one particular example of family Taeniopterygidae. Whoop-de-doo!

Here's "Blue," my new buddy! He's a puppy, but he's rather big! I asked him what sort of dog he was, and he said he was a "bull." No horns; I'm confused!

The lunatic Dad-Lackey had to pause to gawk at something called "lichens." I wonder if they're edible--I'm hungry!

Okay...he says this is the end of the trail! I can't wait to get home and lurk under the dinner table while they eat chicken.

So long, Mr. Giant... I hope you stay asleep for awhile.

Your faithful correspondent,

Miss Bailey Blue


Harry said...

I remember that Maggie & Mitch have been to visit that giant too, loks like a fabulous spot for a walk.

Toodle pip
Harry x

Faya said...

C'est avec le soleil...quelle chance vous avez. Ici il neige encore. Is it the same sleeping giant Maggie & Mitch were talking about ? Did you met already ?
Kisses, Faya

Maggie & Mitch said...

OMG, Miss Bailey! You got to go to our favorite spot in the whole wide world! We keep asking dad to take us and he hasn't said yes yet! We'll ask again!
We love your collar! It's very pretty!

Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch

Jake of Florida said...

We think your Dad-Lackey has some interesting ideas -- so just try to give him a break!!

When Mom and Dogdad were in Apalachicola last weekend, they spent an hour in a very old cemetary and they wound up taking photos of graves -- lots of which were from the late 19th century and had "CSA" on them -- Confederate States Army. Dogdad also photographed rusting fences with lichens -- we'll post some.

So we think humans have some weird ideas -- but they can't help it and we just have to make the best of it.

Terrier love, pals,

Jake and Just Harry

Noah the Airedale said...

What a beautiful area Bailey. You're very lucky you know. We love visiting your blog, it's facinating and we get to see great places.

Hugs and tail wags
Noah Willow Tess & Lucy

Noah the Airedale said...

What a beautiful area Bailey. You're very lucky you know. We love visiting your blog, it's facinating and we get to see great places.

Hugs and tail wags
Noah Willow Tess & Lucy

Stanley said...

Ms Bailey!

I think you all need to meet up with Maggie, Mitch and Ms. Putter to hike the sleeping giant before Ms Putter high-tails it out of there! Bet that would be more fun than listening to in coherent Latin ramblings!

Goober love & smooches,

Putter said...

NEATEST EVER WALKIE! Maybe you can come with ME and Maggie and Mitch next time!


Putter ...:)