Mulling things on my morning ramble.
with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
Something broke through the brush, but neither Storm nor I could spot it.
So I stopped on the old rail bed, now a trail above the south old clay pit, and waited.
When I took a step, the rabbit bolted and sprinted along the edge of the rail line to the south.
A little patience goes a long way.
Cold enough this morning, in the single digits, that I considered just doing the regular ramble; but there was no wind, so I stretched it out to the extended ramble. I need the exercise.
I did not hear any Canada geese on the lake to the west. I have a hard time believing the hole in the lake froze with several hundred geese swimming it open.
Later today, I will check.
Both pits on the town pond were iced in. The areas that were open water yesterday morning were close to being safe ice to walk.
On the south end of the south pit, the ice cap that survived the weekend warm-up was thick enough to ice fish on.
Back in town, a gray squirrel noisily ran across the spouting of a building, then disappeared into a hole in the bricks. Somebody has trouble on his hands.
Back at our house, a black squirrel scurried up the neighbor's pine.
Then four Canada geese in the right side of a V formation passed over, silently, headed north to the lake, as the meathead and I came up the porch steps.
Part of the daily life lesson.