I took Olga back to Hampstead Heath yesterday. She seemed a bit reluctant when we first set out, sniffing and lingering and taking her merry time. I wish I'd monitored how long it took us to get to the Heath, because I swear it was the slowest walk we've ever done. I was reminded once again how much older she's become -- she's eight or nine by now, and it occasionally shows.
But once we arrived her juices were flowing and she had a great time, as usual, chasing squirrels and her Kong and tennis balls. I guess she just needed a little warm-up.
She found this area of the pond on Sandy Heath that was strewn with flowers not found in nature -- not in that location, anyway. Were they left over from some ritual? It's entirely possible she was wading through someone's mortal remains -- or some dog's -- but I didn't see any visible evidence beyond the blossoms, so who knows.
We saw this nice speckled wood butterfly.
The Heath is very verdant at this time of year!
On the way home, we walked through Golder's Hill Park and visited the aviary. (I wanted to see if they had posted any notices about a missing turaco -- but no luck. I guess our visitor at Hampstead Cemetery doesn't belong there.) I did see this amazing creature, a Lady Amherst's Pheasant. Now that's some plumage!