Two Monday morning photos

Yesterday Walt went out with Callie for the morning walk. He came back to report that a big organized hunt — called une battue because the hunters "beat" the brush and undergrowth to flush out the game — was under way out at the top of the vineyard, to tune of cors de chasse (hunting horns) and the barking and howling of a big pack of hounds. We assume that the animals being hunted were foxes, which are a pest in local eyes.

The hunting dogs ended up penned in around the pond right out back. In past years they have dived in for a swim to cool down after their run through the woods that surround the vineyard. Yesterday the weather was far from toasty, and I didn't see any dogs taking a dip. I also don't know if the hunters bagged any foxes.

It was a pretty day, however, or at least most of it was. Low-hanging gray clouds rolled in late, but the rain held off. This morning skies are still gray and rain threatens, at least according to Natalie Rihouet, who is Madame Météo on Télématin.

Mme Rihouet's expression is interesting. Is she apologetic? Sympathetic? Embarrassed? Impish? Whatever... She is definitely wearing the red dress that the weather women are famous for, as was mentioned in comments here a few days ago.