Dry leaves and clods of dirt and moss flew in all directions. To the casual observer it appeared that a tornado had touched down in the middle of the forest, blazing a path to...well...nowhere in particular. An abrupt end to the commotion and the cloud of near-mulch settled, revealing the source of the chaos. Was it the Tasmanian Devil incarnate? Nope - just our very own little force of nature, frozen in his tracks to indulge his inner "hund", straining to hear more of whatever tiny noise happened to catch his attention.
didja hear that?
PS: We hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!