Early morn, cooooolllldddd!
Somehow, a Phoebe is calling from the forest...could it really be?
Sun is thinking about climbing up the range; spilling over onto the conservation fields- then lighting up the outwaters of the Connecticut.
Crows are sifting through the compost , a young group of hungry early risers, as the pup refines a DEEP dug hole in the hard frozen earth, announcing his territory to the remnant coyote scent from last night.
The rabbit living in a burrow beneath the fallen limb of the Willow has visited the compost between coyote-go-to-bed time and crows-come-calling, their tracks a story of their own early morn.
The pup, 10 months now, sits along the back of the sofa, once back inside from his adventures, curled behind my beloved, watching carefully as the birds swoop in and feed on the feeders of nuts and seeds and berries.
And all along the ground, a few skirmishes...cow birds, 11 Jaws arriving with great fanfare, as a quiet Carolina Wren enjoys the new peanut butter/lard suet. And the Downy Woodpecker family comes and goes with their offspring squabbling over that new exciting suet.
Dante lies on the sofa back, nestled to his person, his eyes wide, with young Shepherd mind contemplative.
And all of us here? And you?
We all get to have another day.
Hope you relish yours.
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