Up and down, over and around each layer of wonderful hill.
Curves blend to form a single landscape yet each remains it’s own.
A favorite winter companion who always brings a smile to the morning is a Mountain Cottontail we have affectionately named Bunn. While Bunn is invariably more than one we have settled on calling them all Bunn. Hey, it just is fun to say. With a cup a coffee in hand we scout the windows each morning to say hello to our crepuscular friend.
A regular and constant companion on forest hikes is the Clarks’s Nutcracker. This day instead of foraging for pine nuts this nutcracker was busy feasting on crickets on a late fall afternoon. We watched as she swooped down from a tree landed in a field and quickly picked up a cricket. We were quite surprised as it had been quite cold and well below freezing yet there were insects to be found.
Clark’s are fascinating birds that each year bury tens of thousands of pine nuts. They remember the location of a large majority of the seeds which they consume during the winter. The seeds they forget then may become new trees and thus the Clarks it integral to the growth of new forests.