Apples

I found the bear one fall day as clouds slouched up the valley, pushed by an incoming storm.  Crows flapped in the alders and before I could reason the oddness of so many, the dog was off and tearing into whatever was there below the trees. I shouldn’t say  I found the bear.  I’d already heard rumors…

Birds

White birds congregate in the fields. We pass them often these days.  They’ve come  from Russia  to winter and feed in the fallow fields near my home – Tundra Swans, Trumpeter Swans, Snow Geese. The  Trumpeter Swans are big and white with long curved necks.  The geese are smaller but just as white with wings…

Finding The Trail

We circle as I point down at the trees.  There, I say, is the spot.  I see a creek and a patch of alder.  It is the first patch of alder beyond the bridge site. The opening I saw on the aerial photos back in the Forest Service office, the place on the map where…