There's fire in this snow and thunder in the silence. We're not accustomed to seeing the flash of lightning in the white-out of a heavy snow fall. This is wild weather, and of all days, this is a Sunday when Tom and Rhonda Rohrer are coming over to fire the muzzle loader and grill venison on the deck.
As you can see, recent days have found the deer settling into the new green growth on the east field. While most are filling out, putting on new weight and taking on their spring tawniness, there is still some gangliness left among them.
In hopes of woodcocks and grouse, this morning I placed the trail camera at the bottom of a tree trunk on the south side of the aspens. We'll see. Right now I'm just hoping the snow has not coated the face of the camera. Two days ago I put up six woodcocks all within a ten-yard stretch of trail, and two ruffed grouse a little farther on. Every night we have been hearing the woodcocks calling to one another, but there's no sign of them today.
This morning on both spans of the bridge there were abundant and clear bobcat tracks. I don't know whether there were several of them or just a couple walking over and back several times.
As of 4:00 p.m. this past Thursday afternoon, the 1826 Journal is in the hands of the compositor at Nebraska. This means the book is in the birth canal and soon will be cresting. For this birth, however, I'm glad to be lounging in my study. The birth is expected in mid-May.
I see now that I caused this lightning snow storm this morning by just thinking in passing about removing the snow blade from the tractor. Just thinking about it.
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