Last Friday, during the second day of our CT visit, we went for a walk down Schoolhouse road to look at the osprey nest at the end. The new dog Kayla stopped suddenly about a quarter of the way and looked left with her nose in the air and an excited expression. I looked at the thick underbrush, the open field just beyond, and the wooded backdrop. I saw nothing. She was adamant; I looked some more. Nothing. She maintained her attention. I looked again.

I noted an odd brownish triangular shape in the midst of the under brush. A deer’s ear. Look carefully. The blow up of the scene is below.

Not only does Kayla keep people six feet away from me, I now have radar.