The chairlift: Encroaching in Big Sky country

A bird flew into my dog’s mouth last Sunday afternoon.

We’d just gotten home from a camping trip. After I unpacked, the three of us went into the backyard. My older dog peed on the tree nearest the deck and the younger one followed suit. 

No sooner than he’d finished, a bird flew into his big, goofy smile. He was stunned, dropped his head and looked closely at the shuddering bird on the ground between his paws.