Next week, March 20, is the first day of Spring. I am looking forward to the warmer weather. As it is, we still have snow here at the park, but it's melting pretty quickly.
Yesterday I followed some mouse tracks as it tried to find a way back under the thin layer of snow. It meandered for quite a while across the snow, when the tracks suddenly came to an end at a place where a bird's body mark intercepted it. Then just a few feet away, a small blood spot with marks from a bird's wings told the end of that mouse's story.
Today as I arrived to work, there were sounds of spring everywhere. Red-winged Blackbirds, Song Sparrows, Collared Doves and more, were singing out, hurrying spring along.
I have what I think will be my last snowshoe tour this morning. We'll have to go up the canyon a few miles to get some good snow. When I took a group up that way last week, we came across a well scavenged deer carcass with coyote tracks coming into it from all directions.
Life. Death. Nature in Balance. It's a good thing.