Yesterday (Jan 29) was my first snowshoe day this winter. First, for a variety of reasons, but mostly
because "my" path, Willow Creek, hadn’t frozen.
It was a sunny beautiful day. I
heard a bird and thought I located it in a tall tree in our neighbor’s
yard. I’d snowshoe toward it and see it.
It would go silent. I start to go toward
it hearing it above the shushing and stop and look.
After several starts and stops it dawned on
me the bird call was the binding of my snowshoe.
