WILDLIFE — My day has been crawling with wildlife.
6 a.m.: Going out to get the newspaper, I see a robin chick has just broken out of its egg in the nest behind the house. Naked pink and squirming with a little shell still on its shoulder. It's only 43 degrees.
8 a.m.: While running the dogs near Airway Heights, my young English setter locked on point and then looked back at me as if to seek advice. He was 20 yards from a pack of milk chocolate brown fur-ball coyote pups just big enough to run away through the tall grass. We went the other direction.
5 p.m. I'm back from a waterfowl viewing trek through the Slavin Conservation Area wetlands south of Spokane. Turns out my wife and I and the two dogs brought some wildlife home with us.
A quick comb and brush job on the dogs fetched at least 20 ticks.
Meredith and I have each plucked a couple off ourselves. I found one crawling up the bathroom wall. I think I flicked one off accidentally into the wild turkey and Thai stir-fry I prepared for dinner.
I'm thinking we'll open a nice bottle of Merlot for the final tick check of the day.