|Bliss the big hunter|
Bunnies seem to be his favourite target lately, also feral cats whose prints we have seen in the snow.
But as you can see, the snow is melting this day. It has continued its seesaw effect, first rain and mild, followed by a sudden drop in temperature and snow. Then comes a deep freeze, bitter winds and roses in my cheeks as we walk around the fields. Then a sudden southerly and warm wind brings rain again and occasionally sun.
But this winter navigating is much simpler than in past years with three or more feet of snow. You can see the moss-blanketed rocks and detritus of last year's leaves and twigs on the mounded dirt that has collected over the last 100 or so years from the early pioneer days.
There is no snow here, nor much in the field beyond to the south.
The winter wheat field that this rocky ridge runs alongside, is more mud than snow-covered field once again this week. I wonder as I walk and look at the green grass-like sprouts in tidy rows: will the wheat and other crops dependent on a heavy snow do well this spring?
I wonder too about my gorgeous garden, so full of perennials that usually weather winter so very well. But then they are usually covered with huge drifts of snow keeping them from this freeze-thaw routine we're experiencing this winter. Will the poppies survive, the many daffodils I've planted? The iris? The bluets?
It must be hard too for the little creatures... no snowdrifts to make tunnels through. Ground covered in six or more inches of water, little holes with muddy entrances. On the plus side, they along with the deer and other creatures more often have easy access to food, but those who are also food for coyotes and wolves, and predatory birds will also be more accessible. Thought provoking.