I saw a coyote slinking about looking for whatever it eats. The thing and its friends seem to poop a lot in the middle of the trail for visitors to look at. If a hairy black turd like that came out of my butt I would go see a doctor immediately, or at least Google it.
I noticed a lump on a tree that had cat ears and knew to check it out. Sure enough, a great horned owl was sitting there, looking right at me. My book says they avoid competition with hawks by hunting at night, dawn and dusk. They are closely related to nighthawks and nightjars but not to hawks and eagles. And this one is probably a year-round resident, with its monogamous mate somewhere nearby. They’ll have eggs as early as next month.
I stopped and had trail mix and coffee. My fingers were cold so what better than to pour warm liquid right down the core? A few skiers were in the preserve. Tonight a full moon is out and Orion is back.
On Monday rod-shaped snowflakes accumulated:
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