Another Quiet Sunday

Yesterday we worshiped. After lunch Snowflake and I curled up for a catnap in the sun porch and enjoyed the wood stove. The timer beeped in the kitchen, and I rose to go out and check on the expectant mommy. No calf.

Since I am trying to drop a few pounds, I decided I needed to stay outside for a while. I wandered around the buildings and took a few snapshots—you’ll see some of them over the next week. Then I headed down the road towards the woods. At first I was cold and so I pulled my hood up over my ears to protect them from the wind. Little did I know that by the time I headed home I’d be taking my coat off in an attempt to cool myself down! I found some tracks along the side of the road and listened to the twitter of the sparrows in the valley. By the time I made it to the top of the second hill, I had decided to commit myself to walking through the deep snow that would take me into the woods. I followed our neighbor’s dog's prints for a while and then found another set of prints. Can you guess whose they are?


This track was about the size of a 5 year old's hand. Any guesses?

I tramped through deep snow, taking my time; I was in no hurry. Deep into the woods I found a pile of brush. I wonder who lives there? There were deer prints all around and lots of prints like the photo above. I weaved through the brush and trees until I made it back to the road and slowly headed home. The western sun was magnificent.