the turkeys were here before us

I followed the dogs this morning who wanted to go for a walk to the river; it being warm and not raining. Since gravel was not going to be delivered for my yet to dry out road, I had no reason to linger inside. I had to crawl under a clash of pines on the logging road, but it was the only block. The flood has washed the creek clean and etched a new bank all along the river. Pristine.

The river is coke bottle green.