Black Jack investigated many, many rocks. Bill followed.
Black Jack accepted a few treats from Moses & Todd's kind human. (See a couple of blogs back, describing dogs we met.)
Todd (unlike most dogs) resisted Bill's gentle attempts to make friends. Black Jack enjoyed more treats off camera.
Bill held up this leaf, so I could record the comparison in size to Black Jack's head. This was more difficult than it sounds, since Black Jack spotted something in the woods.
With the crow, Bill and I all watching the squirrel, it decided to exit. Black Jack quivered, sensing its presence, but somehow, missed the actual sighting.
The crow was delighted to see the end of the squirrel, and picked up this garbage. No pic, but I watched it take the garbage to another crow waiting in the scaffolding (offspring, or mate perhaps). It then flew off, I presume for more hunting. The other crow picked through the paper, and appeared to be disappointed.Bill enjoyed his latte and raspberry crisp while Black Jack kept an eye on things. She's really good (usually) about not asking for human food.
On the way home, Black Jack sat on my knee and watched the scenery/action on the street.
I'm really ashamed to say this, but we stopped at The Wicked on the way home, so I could get another latte. Bill waited in the truck with Black Jack. The pic says it all:) We stopped at the top of Point Grey hill for one more photo op, before heading home. Thank you, Bill, for a great day!