Taunting Ravens and more weird dog behaviours

A few more pictures from a woodcutting day:

I like this shot. It's kinda artsy, even if you can't figure out what the heck is going on. Lemme explain - there was a lone raven who seemed to take a perverse joy in taunting the dogs. Ok, and the human...

Anyways, this raven was enjoying soaring in one spot in the massive amounts of wind. What is up with birds doing that anyways? Looks like SO much fun, that must be the answer. See, it's not all about survival, breeding and birdseed... no! Fun is to be had no matter what genus/species you fit into.

So this guy would swoop down really low, within what seemed like just a few feet of the dogs heads, and then lift itself up, just as the dogs were thinking the next meal was on their plate. In effect, pretty much driving them mad. Heehee!


Gracie does her best to try and get it, as she stands on her hind legs - hoping that extra foot will enable her to snag the rowdy raven. She barked madly at it, but it really didn't do any good. They never got close to it, and it taunted for a few more minutes till it flew off. The dogs wondered where the fun went, and got back to woodcutting. Or, rather, watching ME cut wood.

And here's Kuna, taking a bit of break. You know, running around for hours and chasing ravens is tough work.



Ok, I need me a nap... *yawwwn*

Other weird dog behaviours:
It always seems to be the same DOG getting into stuff and doing the weirdest things. Or is that just me?


Gracie's new thing is getting into my recycling container... ok, "container" is a strong word. More like recycling garbage bag. But she's ONLY interested in the water bottles. So we have this game where I leave the lids on, and she rifles through the bag, pulling out only the water bottles, and chews off the lids for me. She then leaves them scattered about in the yard, just to make sure I have yet ANOTHER thing to clean up in my virtually non-existent spare time these days.

Then, I decided to really hide the bag of recycling, and what does she do? Finds the FULL water bottles, steals one and brings it into the cabin. She drops it on the floor with a thunk and starts to gnaw on that lid, as if to say "you can't outsmart me - dumb human!"

Please, someone- call the dog psychiatrist!


I like Jack's expression here - it's almost as if he's acknowledging her weirdness with me. I think he's used to her quirkiness by now and used to her growling at them when they come near her fun. We obviously don't get this game.