The Hounds of Spring

Posted on April 26, 2011

It has been a typical spring day in western, NY.  The forsythia and the daffodils are our idea of sun as clouds keep sought after rays at bay. There is the occasional heavy downpour.  This day times almost 30 and you have the mud we slog around in these days.

I had to get out of the house, rain or no rain and cover my car in mud driving over dirt roads to the farm of a friend in or valley.  We had hoped to have a quiet luncheon with her husband and mother but then came the unexpected delivery of  sand for the indoor riding ring.  And after that – the main event.

A neighbor popped in with two fox hound pups that had come up to her as she gardened.  She had thought they might belong at this farm and then everyone started a guessing game the limits of which did not extend very far because the Valley Hounds and the Mistress of the Hounds/Hunt both live nearby.  Turned out the MFH had scooped them up from the kennel to live with her for a time and some training.  Her husband came over with the “hound mobile” to pick them up.  Before he carried them off  (both looking like errant toddlers) cradled in his arms heads, ears, paws and tails all akimbo, I was able to snap a couple of pictures.

All of the muddy little  paw prints are the sad reason they had to wait on the porch for their ride home.  I sneaked them a few biscuits through the door, however.

When they realized they couldn’t  join us for luncheon, they fell upon each other for a good bite.

I wasn’t aware the table had that many legs.