So I was down in the woods in the snow this morning watching an unusually cooperative winter wren and holding my phone up to try to get some video of it when two big dogs came running down the trail and jumped on me. I was off the path where the footing wasn't good especially in 4 inches of snow but I was strong and staying up until a third dog hit me from another angle. I tried to stay standing but I just went down. So I'm lying there in snow, off the trail, holding my phone in the air in my hand with the snow coming down hard, fending off 3 dogs that are trying with all their might to lick my face. I admit that once I knew I wasn't seriously injured I laughed.
I wasn't sure how to push myself up with 3 dogs on top of me and my phone in one hand. I didn't want to plunge the phone into the snow and risk killing it. That's when one of the 2 dog owners came up and while the other dog owner held back a dog, he held back another one and helped me stand up. I had one glove off because I had been operating the phone and while I stood there for a second, dazed, the third dog grabbed my glove and ran off up the hill into the woods with it.
I wasn't that concerned about the glove but the other dog owner called the dog back and got it, soaked with snow and dog spit, and gave it back. We had a friendly exchange but I decided to call the walk short and head for home. That winter wren was long gone.
But what if instead of overly friendly dogs they had been 3 of those big coyote/dog crosses I've seen out in the countryside near here? I guess I wouldn't be worried about Nazis and the state of the world anymore. 🤔
So anyway the moral of this story is, birdwatching is dangerous!
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