There’s a trail right by my new house that leads down to Middle Creek. I try to walk the dog down it every day for some excercise.
My wife and I took the trail a couple days ago - on the way back we discovered about 100 feathers in the middle of the trail. Something had been eaten (demolished?) by something.
So I set out today to see if there were any dead things or animals or something.
It was uneventful, but the dog got a good walk and the wide open spaces never cease to amaze me.
The start of the trail near my house:
The dog usually leads the way, especially coming back:
This will be an alfalfa field when the snow melts. I get the same feeling here as I do in the desert or way out the open ocean. The expanse of open space seems to warp time and distance:
Alfalfa sprinklers - I believe these move on their own when the water pressure gets high enough:
Getting closer to the end of the trail:
Neighboring farmer’s gate:
Tree:
Uninhabited animal quarters:
End of the trail at Middle Creek. The creek was completely frozen over, as was the nearby irrigation canal, so no worthy pics of either:
Looking back towards home into the snowscape:
Bridger mountains in fog - looking back towards civilization:
Wish I had the camera the other day. It was bright and sunny and I could have got some snapshots of whatever died, or at least some feathers.
Dog tired and asleep. Time to get something done (or perhaps take a nap myself)!