Red sky in morning- sailor take warning.
The winds are whipping up white caps on the sea of snow.
And Jack Frost leaves his imprint on the window.
An injured deer brought down by a small pack of coyotes becomes a field dressed-out feast
for
the meat eater birds, like magpies, crows, ravens and eagles.
There is a pecking order too but I'm not sure how it works yet.
There lurks the wild standard poodle in these parts of our woods
and she is pretending to be a pointer today...
snorkeling for good scents under the snow and in the hoar frosty bushes.
And the healthy fluffy bunnies that breed like rabbits somewhere around here underneath wood havens (I will get a bunny shot another time), who must be live trapped in the spring to avoid garden warfare later on.
The fearless skilled snowplow driver husband ready to jump in the truck and push the snow far enough aside to keep it from drifting over our long driveway by morning.
Mama golden eagle takes her turn pulling bits and pieces off the furry hide.
The Crazy Mountains majesty in icy pinks and blues.
As I survey the wondrous winter scape at days end, I know that Life goes on within difficult times and conditions, yet how fortunate we are to be free.
