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I was up early this morning ....the rain has set in and definitely let the temperature get down to a below cool. A great morning for a walk.....I filled up my thermos and put on my parka and strapped on the boots....as always to start my morning walks I head out through the back of my lot... pass Wingnuts grave as if to pick him up and ease into the woods.....the rain is a slow drizzle and it is making all of the ground Fern shimmy and shake making it look like a pond of green water with the wind blowing across. I decided to stay in the woods today and worked my way along the path that was muddy and slippery with the fresh growth of chickweed. After about 15 minutes I came upon a old pine which had fell victim to time ...it limbs had kept it propped up on one end and made it a good resting place. I poured the coffee and listen to the woods. The rain was splattering all over but the canopy of the tall pines had reduced it to just drops. Off in the distance I heard a squirrel chattering ....probably at me for being out in the rain or at least in his woods...I tried to chattered back...something my father had taught me when we was hunting....it more and likely scare him because I never heard him again ....he probably wondered what the hell was that and scampered to his nest. Other than that there was very little noise in the woods today ....I sat there and watched my breath rise up and disappear. After my coffee...I moved on and crossed a little stream that was running rapidly now that it had a fresh supply of rain water...there was fresh wild onion plants growing along with nut grass and the stream had over flowed and had partially submerged them. I pulled one of the wild onion stems and tasted it...yep it was a onion plant. As I made it to the edge of the woods that is when my heart went still and the black ghost appeared....just like old times about 25 yards off to my right a black lab broke out of the bush and was running along side the field line...I could tell he was trailing something cause his head was down ...it didn't even see me and just like that it was back in the woods and gone.....all I could think of was Wingnut my long time companion and the many times we had hunted .....I don't know how long I stood there straining my eyes and ears just to get one more glimpse of the big black lab running but it was not to be.....but the strange thing was I really felt good ....I made my way back home with an occasional look over my shoulder ....you know just in case .....a certain black dog might be following ......I hope its raining tomorrow...I like walking in the rain