“My Favourite Things”
Blame it on the holidays. I can’t carry a tune. I can’t sing, I shouldn’t sing … and, most importantly for all of you, I DON’T sing.
But all week long I’ve had a plethora of songs stuck in my head – from the traditional Christmas carol to the voice of Alvin (you know, that chipmunk).
Now, as I look through my pictures from yesterday’s hunt with Phoebe & Wyeth, I’ve got yet another genre up there – the show tune.
Yup, I find myself humming to Julie Andrews and her favourite things. Not entirely a Christmas song, I understand, but it has that warm spirit that we associate with this time of year, don’t you think ?
Without further adieu, my own first verse:
Snowflakes on noses & gun smoke on mittens,
Wide open meadows & Wyeth a-smitten,
Phoebe adorned with a shotgun to swing,
These are a few of my favourite things.
P.S. While Phoebe doesn’t shoot with mittens on, she does wear them to and fro the field. I was taking poetic license with that line 
Wyeth on point
Phoebe walks up to flush the bird
Wyeth releases the bird to the command "out"
The close of a successful day