We went down along the arroyo, to let both of us run and breathe the fresh cold earthly air and fill ourselves with the golden morning light. There were a couple of young Broadwing Hawks fluttering along the sides, searching out mouse niblet breakfasts, and the recent rains had melted the land clean of snow, leaving behind the frozen earth and winter-hardy grasses.
By the time we sidled up to the old silent waters , I'd shed my gloves and hat, warmed from our efforts, filled with happiness to be out there on the vast expanse of land , alone.
Down below , a large compacted ice floe was rambling around the bend of the river, crackling and moaning , as the pup looked about for a creature that would make such sounds .
At the very front of the floe were about 100 geese, sitting quietly , immune to all predators, in that place, as they rode the ice swiftly downstream .
Another group took flight round the corner , calling out and rising up above the treetops so majestically , and so in some fashion, inspiring this group to follow , their rich feathered bellies golden and flickering in the early morning light .
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