2.12.16 These deep frozen times

Early this morning we were up and out, upon the deep-enough snow covered roads, while the sun crept up into the bright blue skies , and we crunched along the crusty edged wind swept ground. No wind today, so after a 8• night and a 18• morning, still the sun warmed and I turned, eyes closed, to drink up the light from our star. Once again , the river is approaching its February freeze. Once again, all that deep mud is frozen and nestled beneath the white layers . I catch sight of a small mouse, scurrying over the fallen trees, as a young Broadwing hawk, with its snowy breast and keen eyes, takes note. As the pup checks out the scat left when a younger coyote ,accompanied by an older , made their way last night in the deep frozen times .