Haying season is here. Drive a few minutes out of town in any direction and you are guaranteed to see some tractors and combines working on the fields.
I've been wanting to do some pictures of the dogs in the wheat fields, and was reminded that I probably need to get on that if I want it to happen this year. Most of the fields are already down and drying in rows, waiting to be baled.
I did finally find a good field of standing wheat (we have a lot more grass seed, so wheat fields are hard to find anyway). Without permission to be on the property, I made sure I was very careful not to crush any of the crop. I stopped in a pullout off the highway and either positioned the dogs in front of the edge of the field or in an existing area with no stalks that was just inside the edge.
Pallo is, on the whole, rather too short to really get great wheat field pictures. I wished I had thought to bring along the blue chair to bring him up a bit and add an extra splash of color.
It was really hot, and the dogs had to trade off waiting in the car (windows down and with me less than five feet away from the car, they weren't in any danger with their water bowl available and me right there, but they were rather warm). Koira's tongue is pretty reliable for telling the temperature.
Pallo doesn't heat up like Koira does, so he didn't have quite the tongue to show off.
I love the soft look of the picture below. I don't really know what I did to get it, though, so am not sure how to reproduce it again.
Koira was wondering how long she would have to sit in this darn field. There was a rather pungent road killed skunk not far off, and had there been a less awesome field, we would not have stayed long.
Hot happy dogs.
On another note, Pallo had a full blood panel run earlier this week and is apparently normal. We're not sure what is causing his flyball aversion. Right now he is on some pain killers to see if that helps him perk up.