Fionn’s Playground

Our dog, Fionn (pronounced like “fin”), is such a lucky fellow.  He has eight acres of playground to roam, hunt, swim, and get into trouble.  While we are building the house, he has also had extra human playmates around all day who offer him greetings and snacks when he stops by for his frequent visits to the worksite.

The springtime growth of the prairie has quickly risen over his head in the places we did not burn last month.  The burned sections are growing in uneven clumps but I think in another month they too will make a solid sea of green he can dive into and disappear.


Can you see him peeking out from the grass?  If you could see him closely you would undoubtedly see a huge Wheaten grin because he is having a ball.  He is still scaring up rabbits and who knows what else because we’ll see him start bouncing back and forth in his hope of catching something that is darting under his feet.  If we are lucky, we’ll see a little blur of dark fur shoot across the path behind him as a lucky rabbit escapes.  Fionn usually doesn’t see where it went, because he just keeps jumping around where it used to be.

When I call him out of the tall grass, he can’t see where he is until he stands up on his hind legs and takes a quick look around.  I suddenly spot his little blond head with his ears standing straight up for a moment till he gets his bearings and bounds off in one direction or another.  I don’t think his hearing is all that great because he often doesn’t know which way to look for me.

He was patrolling the area while I sat by the pond this evening and I called him back just to make sure he hadn’t wandered too far away.

IMAG0344He came panting up to me and abruptly decided he needed a dip to cool off.  He slid into the quiet evening pool and circled around once or twice before zooming back out into the field for more adventure.

I was surprised to hear a little bark from him (he isn’t much of a barker) so I hurried over to investigate.  Over in the sandy construction area, he had cornered a big snapping turtle who was attempting to lay her eggs.  Yikes!  I had to drag Fionn into the house before he got his nose bitten off.  He cried and cried at the injustice of it all, but sometime Mommy knows best.




About bluestempond

Hobby farmer living at Bluestem Pond in Michigan.
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2 Responses to Fionn’s Playground

  1. calmjess says:

    A snapping turtle, how exciting! You must have a nice, healthy ecosystem.

    • bluestempond says:

      I think that’s true! Although we had an abundance of them even when we lived in the suburban condo neighborhood so I think they might just look for an area that has been cleared of underbrush so they can see all around them.

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