this afternoon the pup and i went down to the river to get a rose plant i'd seen. i brought a little spade to dig it up with, gardening gloves to be able to touch it and a bag to carry it home in. i felt very well prepared.

the pup ran around like a saab turbo, but he hasn't learned to break very well yet. so after a while he fell down the bank and into the river, and got up all wet. two minutes later we were standing face to face with a woodpecker. he was only about 10 m away, and at the same height as my face, talking like one of those yellow plastic ducks you have in a bathtub. we watched him for a "long time" (at least a minute), and then the pup wanted to get a closer look and scared him away. at the same moment as the woodpecker flew away an ugly looking mother bird with orange head and ugly voice and three kids swam out in the river and started to swim in circles.

i should have brought the camera...

anyway, i now have three little rose plants and a mental map where to get more if these little ones survive :)  ¶ 10:32 PM