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This week Toby, a lively black poodle, took Dee and sixteen others on a race through the first-class dog
park in
Sue HigginsPark. Well, Toby raced and the group found a more reasonable pace. While the dogs had the run of several differentiated paddocks, we humans kept to our fenced corridor and made our way onto the Bow River Pathway.
Under thick cloud, the rushing water of the river reflected the steel blue of an imminent storm. Actually, the air temperature warmed appreciably, and a shrouded sun lit the bare trees. High in one such distant tree perched a Bald Eagle that occasionally turned its face towards our hopeful cameras. We climbed up a slightly icy ridge and turned to see magnificent views of the Bow sweeping through the valley. Nearly at the end of this height of land, those with nimble eyes spotted the eagle again, this time much closer.
By that time, our large group had self-divided into many smaller groups that walked at their own tempos. The quick ones disappeared over the elegant pedestrian bridge to the entrance, and the slow ones dawdled along the needle-strewn path, appreciating the special stillness of woodlands.
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Room to run and play
Isabel Gibson
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I know, and yet still manage to forget, how much sky there is on the Prairies. Love the shots of the steel-blue Bow River and the bald eagle.