We have had several beautiful, substantial snowfalls this winter, only one of which could properly be called a blizzard. The rest have occurred in near calm winds, producing blankets and pillows of downy white. This storm occurred on January 30, and I took my walkabout the following day.
The coyote, rabbit, and deer are the early risers, always leaving their marks before I get out.
The shooting range, a very wet little field that I would like to plant to blueberries. Yes, we use steel shot, not lead, for trap shooting.
Hidden Meadow, one of my favorite views on the property. The juniper in the foreground is a favorite shelter from the weather for coyote and, in the absence of coyote, pheasant and rabbit.
The smaller burrowing creatures, voles and mice, mound the snow as they pass among the underlying grasses, sometimes leaving elaborate branched patterns as they move back and forth.
And down to the creek at the under-construction ford, just upstream of the road culvert and wier.
Stepping stones at the ford, looking upstream.
One of the woodland avatars. It probably has a name, but Donna has not revealed it.
Good old Eye Chair.
Adjacent to Squeaky Tree, near the upstream border of the property, with cattle pasture beyond.
The Grand Traverse between Joy Stone and Little Bucket, overlooking The Gorge.