Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul… then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. (Moby Dick)
Ishmael’s solution was go to to sea, for me there’s a point at which I simply need to get out in the woods for a while. I’m lucky to have woods nearby, so I grabbed a camera the other day and went out to see what I could find. Come on along!
Earlier I’d been looking out a window and saw 3 deer running up the field right across the road, so I ducked through the fence and checked for prints. The hawk regularly hunts from that wire, and I found raccoon tracks by the creek down the hill.
There’s a creek down the hill behind us—right now there’s water in it, but it dries up in the summer.
On the way back up the hill there’s a brush pile that includes chunks of a tree we had to cut down. It’s been interesting to watch what’s been growing on the pieces. I love the colors.
The snow’s almost all gone now, except where it was piled up—the bad part is that it’s been replaced by a sea of mud, which is not nice for dog-walking!
*ETA: Sorry for the sloppy drive-by hawk ID! The comment about the reddest red-tail hawk had me thinking, I got another look at it today, then hit the bird book, and it’s a red-shouldered hawk, not a red-tailed hawk – oops!