A Walk At Duck

***So, the title of this post was a typo (the word was supposed to be "dusk"), but I decided to keep it because I was accompanied tonight by my trusty duck friend, Mr. Swimmy.***

I ate a very delicious cookie tonight and then immediately felt guilty. I also felt a bit restless and bored, so I decided a good stomp was in order. I call it a stomp because I did, literally, stomp my way through large parts of my 2.7-mile walk. I was using the lovely but snake-inhabited nature paths through the neighborhood and didn't really want to encounter any slithery creatures.

I got some pictures--alas, my batteries started to run out before I got to the part of my walk where I saw the goats that visit every year to eat down the grass and reduce fire hazards. Still, I got some lovely sunset pics and, well, you know, the obligatory picture of myself with a duck on my head.

My Mizunos in action

I can walk (fast) and take a pic of myself whilst balancing a rubber duck
on my head. Talent: I haz it.

Blurry. Oops. Well, that's Keane's newest album, which I listened to
for the whole of my walk.

This is part of my daily walking warm-up route. The path goes down a
hill through a protected wildlife habitat area.

Swimmy and I were loving the gorgeous sunset.

Yes, that is a smooshed snake. It's been there for a few weeks now and
it still gives me the creeps. Fortunately, it's the only snake I saw tonight.

In the distance, those are the Sutter Buttes.

I managed to get one picture of the dogs that guard the goats before my
camera screamed at me to cease and desist. Alas, no pics of the baby
goats tonight.