Disheartening...a little

The early riser was here again...early. I was somewhat disappointed as I made my way up the back yard with his food and treats, that he trotted away, up the mountainside. I thought by now and with other times he didn't bolt, that he might linger a little closer, but he didn't. He didn't run but trotted away with his ears pinned back on his head. I started to consider why he might be different on some mornings-is it possible he spent a night of fear, running from who knows what? Perhaps he met a hunter along his way this morning that startled him. Maybe he was "shooed" by an unknowing or perhaps uncaring human, who doesn't know we're trying to catch him. So many things can happen to him, that only he knows about, so patience and time is what needs to be given. As I write this, Teddy is dining on his trail of treats in our back yard. The plan is to continue on...