Once a year Soren takes a group of interested people from the local naturalist society out on a snowshoe exploration trip; looking for tracks, listening for sounds, spying life and movements.
This year we weren't sure if the weather would cooperate. Snow has been a scarce commodity - perhaps to much pleasure for some but for others a sad loss when snow shoeing, skiing, sledding, building lots of snow forts and snow persons is high on the priority list of 'things we love to do in January and February!'
Four of the 15 excited nature embracers did wear their snowshoes, they had so been looking forward to exactly this, trying snowshoes and the rest of us chose to walk in our winter boots, in the slightly crusty snow, which was easily broken and allowed our feet easy access to the ground underneath all this white stuff.
The beavers live here too, they had tried to stop the flow of water from the water reservoir lake down into a little stream below. It didn't exactly work very well, but it was a valiant attempt. They had a larger construction further down the lake shore, where it looked like they possibly live. It had the appearance of a larder of beautiful juicy barky snacks, all piled up and holding each other down, so nothing nutritious slips away too soon.
The other side of the construction on the previous photo, this is a little sluice system to keep the water levels right (according to the humans) In both photos there are plenty of tracks of venturous little voles/mice or perhaps a squirrel having darted across the big white space to get from a to b, perhaps in the hopes of better food off there in the distance, perhaps just for the enjoyment of the adventure, will I get there, now or .... never!
Tell tale signs of a squirrel breakfast having been enjoyed - pieces of a pine cone chewed apart to get to the delicious inner seeds, providing good and warming nutrition for speedy critters who do not build fires and warm them selves with any kind of external 'furnace' - they only have their own inner power and drive to keep finding food of the kind they need to stay alive. The drive to wake up to a new day every time the sun comes up (or disappears in the snow/rain storms) propelling them along every moment of their existence.
And just for the sheer beauty of it all, walking down the Ravine Trail, seeing the sun atop the old hemlocks, the snowy heaviness of the younger ones, the ice glitter on bare branches and the fresh cold air freezing the little hairs in my nostrils when I breathed in too hard.
On the underside of a fallen tree trunk across the trail these beauties enticed me to get the camera out again, even though my fingers were fairly frozen.
We were on the way back towards the main trail and then the parking lot - where we were supposed to break up and all go home, relishing the experiences of the day, and looking forward to another hike with stops and talks and observations to come next year, when ... there might actually be enough snow for snow shoes.
And as I am writing this it is no longer Saturday but Sunday. This morning was spent counting eagles from 10-11am - 16 districts have been set up where volunteers, walk and drive around counting bald eagles, young, old and also hawks. Soren and I saw ..... 1...... one...... eagle, even the red-tailed hawk who usually lives on the dyke had gone visiting somewhere else today. All I have to remember is.... this is not a competition, our district is in a very built up area, and .... although one team had counted 131 eagles in their district, there are many chicken farms further north that feed the bald eagles all winter, with chicken carcasses - a by-product of large scale intense food growing. This is where any intelligent bird (and that they are) would go to stay fed, satisfied and alive in the winter. In any event, as we got closer to home again we did see soaring eagles and a red-tailed hawk, including of course plenty of sea gulls, ravens and many crows. It is cold out there but mother nature is a mover and a shaker any time of the year.