Nature has been busy this week.
The lunar eclipse was beautiful. It was too cold to watch while holding a camera. The first red-winged blackbird is back, but I was not fast enough with my camera.
This is what the sky looks like when flurries, warm sunlight and rain-sicles (my new word for freezing rain) alternate every 15 minutes.
Hawks ride the turbulent air. The snow is now the texture of congealed cement. There’s not enough for skis or snowshoes. The patina of ice makes it easier to slide down hill than to hike.
There’s no option but to move slowly. I notice where the tip of a rock pops through the snow, the chewed pieces of an acorn dug out of the snow by a squirrel, the grayish color of ice that has melted and refrozen.
This track belongs to a cat family member. My guess is bobcat.
I followed the bobcat tracks under laurel bushes and noticed rabbit tracks running perpendicular.