Gift of the Woods

Sunday mornings are quiet here in the valley. Less traffic and all. As I stood in the creaking, crispy, cold-as-all-get-out snow this morning,  Mack quivering with excitement over something over the mulberry trees, I was able to hear it.

A single Great-horned Owl hooting from the cherry woods in the heifer pasture. Lovely to have something make your day so early.

Don't know what something was. Probably a bunny, but it was awful loud for one. See above though. Sounds are ever so much more audible when the cars and trucks are still. Maybe there will be tracks in the fresh fallen snow once the sun comes up.

For now I'll be thankful for the distant song....