By: Dave Bonta
Jan 22 2010
Tags: snow
Category: forest
1 Comment
the flapping of an unknown bird fills the spruce with shadows
Dave, I hadn’t known what a woodrat was, nor that we’ve got ‘em, and that they’re most certainly the makers of those mysterious deltas of sticks and debris that flow out of rocky outcrop cave-lets. I’ll be!
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Dave, I hadn’t known what a woodrat was, nor that we’ve got ‘em, and that they’re most certainly the makers of those mysterious deltas of sticks and debris that flow out of rocky outcrop cave-lets. I’ll be!