This does not bode well for the summer. We had little to no snow to replenish the river and the ground now is dusty and dry. Farmers have already begun to plant fields and the winter wheat crop has been frozen white at its tips from the perpetual night killing frosts.But I enjoy standing at the edge of the bridge, camera in hand and just listening. A goose honks somewhere behind me and the answering cry echoes eerily along the water. The peace and stillness is amazing. Then I see something:
I watch and watch and after about five minutes I see it about 50 yards away down the river. I'm not sure another video will show it heading into the bank. But what a treat.