A real princess at her first dance recital.
A Red-tailed Hawk preens it's feathers
This line of geese was over a half mile long. Every evening they transfer to the fields and offer a symphony of sounds as they fly overhead. A friend said she missed having them where she lives so I think of her now when I listen, and sent her a message that I had listened to them for her. Sometimes I feel part of their family when I watch a pair nest and raise their young. As I sat fishing the other morning they flew overhead and offered their happiness to all to hear. The sky was a bright orange and pink, a portrait offered every second. I pulled my hood up and felt good about sitting out in the bitter cold before the sun could warm the earth around me.
A new snow stirs up many. I really enjoy going out and seeing who was in the area ahead of me. On this day very few had been out in the bitter cold. It is fun to follow the tracks and see who made them perhaps. I have ordered new parkas for little dogs, not real sure if it makes much difference when having so much fun.
An immature bald eagle sits on the edge of the ice watching the geese and ducks in their morning processional.
Those first footprints
One has to love snow to live in it.