Morning Walk
We had a few inches of fresh snow yesterday and a little more overnight. There is something different about making the first tracks in a trail after the snow. The snow still lofted on branches and quiet isolation brought on feelings of my childhood alone in the snowy woods. The temperature hovered near freezing and so any sense of menace the winter might offer was blunted. In fact I felt enveloped in a sense of safety and well-being which was one of the strongest feelings the woods gave when I was a boy.
Two bald eagles eased themselves across the sky above a clearing. We walked in the soft crunch of fresh snow.
A Downey Hairy woodpecker busied himself with a rotten tree. We found where an owl had attacked some rodent.
