17 March 2014 Phineas Goes Again

Once more the elusive beagle took to the hills and ran. It was a bright, blue day out, but with 18 degrees forecast for the evening, we knew he was at high risk. I lost count after over a dozen miles on the trail. We were able to follow his paw prints south, but lost his track in areas where the snow had melted. We kept looking throughout the evening, but went to bed with heavy hearts.

Me made our fruitless search against the background of blue skies. Other than a few early sightings and his baying which quickly died away, he was gone...