Yesterday afternoon I trudged out back with my camera. The sun was shining brilliantly and I thought I may just capture a picture of that Pheasant.
The snow was still brightly white. Not like in town, or further out on the highway, where the snows have changed to a dirty grayish black.
I walked over the low, beginning section of the path and followed the slight incline to the back.
It never dawned on me that there was even a breeze, until I walked past an evergreen and was pushed backward by the wind. Looking at the icy snow ahead of me, I cut across the field; following Uriah’s paw prints and connected to the path heading back home.
The ground tilted upward, so I was just under the line of wind, slightly. That wind wasn’t skimming across the ground it was higher up in the trees. I watched the tree tops move when the gust picked up. The wind was bitter cold. I was glad to be shielded by the trees.
Oddly, when I wasn’t in the wind, the air felt like spring. I even found some green moss shining through the snow.
I stopped and decided to search out the nest of mice, that were living in the tops of the Bog Willows. I wrote about them in an earlier Blog:
I was happy! The nest was empty…
As I headed back home, I turned on the video, which I really need to learn how to edit..
I found the Pheasants tracks and ironically followed them back towards the house. I didn’t see the Pheasant. Little bugger was probably watching me from the trees…