Camouflage

Barley, a dog, blends in suspiciously well with a bed of fallen leaves.

Each of the seasons has its appeal and as we transition into Spring, I thought I’d cast an eye back to last Fall. Given Barley’s love of underbrush, it should come as no surprise that “leaves on the ground season” means every outing is a treasure hunt. Even then, though, it’s rare for Barley’s striking coloration to bend in as well as it did on this particular walk.