the flapping of an unknown bird
fills the spruce with shadows
One thought on “late afternoon sun”
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!
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!