
What does the Prairie Dog do to refuel after digging holes for several hours, reach for an energy bar or gatorade, no way a nice handful of dandelion green will do the trick.

What does the Prairie Dog do to refuel after digging holes for several hours, reach for an energy bar or gatorade, no way a nice handful of dandelion green will do the trick.
On a crisp and sunny February morning we spent some time watching a group of Crows playing around on an iced over lake. We were unable to tell what they were doing even after half an hour of observation. Could it have been looking for food, either embedded into the ice, or under it? Or were they just admiring their handsome reflections on the ice? Or who knows what. Anyway, it was fun to observe them walking ever so gingerly to avoid slipping around and peering into the ice for a reason we were unable to determine.
Winter light shining brightly onto the remains of a once mighty redwood. I am fascinated by the light that is able to creep into the forest and how it changes with the seasons. This light in the dark always seems so difficult to capture and the photos never seem to evoke the feeling of being there. Perhaps some things are better left alone or maybe a fool that persists in his folly will someday take that magic photo.

Blue skies, long shadows and the winter sun cement a feeling of time and place. There is more to the seasons than a change of weather.
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