It was one of those days, way out of reach of the camera’s eye but well within reach of the binocular: I spent over an hour watching the instigators of this poor little deer’s demise; I watched the four where they were way down the middle of the frozen lake, napping and dozing, rolling in the snow and wrestling with each other, scratching and stretching, napping some more and another stretch for good measures. It was one of those days..
were they wolves?
Jealous, totally jealous. I promise myself to spend winter in PB one of these days. I want to cross a lake when it’s frozen, wake up to deep snow, sit in front of a blazing fire and watch the snowflakes swirling outside while I eat a breakfast of coarse cut oatmeal with huckleberries.