Squirrel raced around the tree chasing two others, a game or just life. It had startled him a bit, but he was amused to watch their antics. They raced and then ran into the treetops as he approached closer. The river nearby was almost silent, just months before gentle ice flows bumping softly. An eagle sat watching the river intently, not caring of his approach. This mighty river looked so passive after massive flooding two summers earlier . Mud plains held interest when first coming into this National Refuge, wondering what was left from a gentle winter. Flooding that once ran rampant through this area was slowly being repaired, the beauty restored.This year compared to the last was like night and day, lives altered in such confusion slowly crept back to their previous existence. Even in areas thought safe, groundwater crept in and assailed the areas many thought secure. The information being passed went from headlines to the very back page, if any. It is so sad to put any tragedy in our country to one side. How can we fix a problem if we never know very much about it?A Dutchman's Breeches caught his attention, and he ambled over to it. His thoughts raced and flew about, carried off on a gentle prairie breeze.
After a hard day of teaching children to levitate I raced off to a botanical garden to thaw after shivering all morning studying amphibians with Dessa..