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I
have grown used to the gray winter in the northern country. On my walk
today, it feels strange that the sky is blue and the sun warm. Everybody is
out: The great blue heron stands still on the thin ice near water, waiting to
strike with great patience; A white-breasted nuthatch moves his nimble feet
so fast on an old oak that my fast lens can't keep up with his steps; A
downy woodpecker throws away her red hat, beating her drum more vigorously;
A sharp-shined hawk sits high up, showing off his shiny body on a bare tree
brunch; The deer are very relaxed - they happily pose for me till I am
happy with their images on my camera screen. Even the snow feels warm - it
is soft and loose, covering the woods like an expansive down comforter.
Where it melts, patches of wet soil are exposed, from which garlic mustard
will soon emerge. Maybe spring is not that far away; the cardinals seem to
have known better!
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