wordlessness

How do you describe a week filled with nothing but nature? When you are surrounded by nothing but trees and wildlife, and no one to talk to? You begin to communicate wordlessly…

Here is an attempt at my translation from communication of intent into words.

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The road to Crow Hill Farm & pack member Cooper assessing the day.

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92
Rae never waits.
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87
Porter always waits.
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93
Little Bessie always looks out for everyone; especially new pack members like myself.
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57
Tired after chasing that deer…is it time for snacks yet?
Peek a boo!
They’ll never find me here, he he he.
Yay! Caterpillars!
Hellooooo caterpillars!
121
Handsome Buck wanted a head shot.
117
La dee da dee da…
112
Hey! Where did you come from?
111
What a spaz.
116
………
46
Ping ping ping… Ricochet Rae! Running is Rae’s form of meditation.

49Aaaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!

84
SQUIRREL!
103
Cooper wanted a boudoir shot.
67
Are those gazillion plums ready yet? No? Sniffle.

12

Home, sweet home.
Home, sweet home.