On go the halters and leashes, my iPhone turned to Pandora, and off we go into the morning sun.
There’s a wonderful field nearby about a half mile long, but it’s far enough away from the roadside to hear the songbirds, watch flocking geese, and listen to the sound of chirping bugs. The field used to belong to a wheat farmer until it was sold to the City many years ago. The City hasn’t done anything with it and I hope it stays that way because walking along the path with flowing wheat and wild flowers and letting the dogs run through the wetlands is a peaceful feeling; almost like I’m hiking in the mountains (however, in the far distance I do see a gas station, homes, and train tracks but it’s fun to pretend! Ha!).
As we approach the fields, I take off my headset. I want to hear nature at its best. We discover a robin who seems to be joining us on our brisk stroll. She flies a few steps ahead and stops on the path. As we approach her, she flies a few steps further and stops–almost as if she’s impatiently waiting for us. She does this continuously as we walk down the path and then she departs.
Buddy disappears into the tall, flowing wheat, then his head pokes up with his nose in the air, catching a scent drifting by. Roxy discovers snake and gofer holes and has to sniff them out.
Once satisfied, off they go prancing through the wetlands, nose to the ground, feet trampling through the wet fields and then we finally reach the end of our destination. Cars are rolling by approaching the morning rush hour and the sounds of the city awaken.
I don my headset to squeeze out the city noise and off we go, heading for home. For a moment, we were one with nature.