On January 11th, a day of an unusually warm temperature (57 degrees) and with all snow now gone, it was too perfect not to take a short walk around and check the local trails. It was muddy in places, but this did not deter my friendly EDG (the emotionally disturbed grouse) of finding me and looking for a handout.
For those of us who love the outdoors, have spent time in the wilderness and say they have never been lost, well you have not spent enough time wandering in wilderness hiking or hunting.
ALL THOSE TRAILS
Poem by Jack McShane
It is mid-winter when many friends migrate to warmer climes so as to avoid what many of us somehow tolerate and survive. Many of our feathered friends also journey to southern and more hospitable habitats.