Big Dog

On Monday, I release the beast; I’m going to let the big dog hunt. My excavator won’t suffice; compared to this one, it’s a runt. He’ll start atop our property, point it downhill and let it go, and give far better access to some twenty acres down below. I’ve got to say, I’m pretty stoked for both my Missy girl and me. Our access should be pretty good, not hopping rocks on one bad knee. The vale is full of large oak trees that form a wondrous canopy; It helps keep down the underbrush and nurtures budding poetry.