The fox squirrel’s bushy red tail trailed straight out behind him as he scampered across the hard frozen snow. I spotted it crossing a large, open hayfield in the middle of the day. From a distance, the large red-orange squirrel looked like a miniature red fox. It didn’t seem to fear being vulnerable and out in the open, and it occasionally stopped to check out some weeds that were sticking out of the snow. This time of year, there is a lot of competition for weed seeds among mice, voles, deer, turkey and most of the winter birds. Fox squirrels are wanderers and often venture out in search of food.

Fox Squirrel in Open Field

Fox Squirrel in Open Field

Mourning Doves

Mourning Doves

There were only three mourning doves at the bird feeders in October. There were seven in November, eleven in December, and now the flock has grown to 28 of these lovely birds of peace. They flock together nearly every morning to snap up tiny pieces of cracked corn on the ground. I’m hoping that a few more pairs of doves stay around for spring and summer. I love their early morning mourning calls: cooah, coo, coo, coo.

Bald Eagle Overhead

Bald Eagle Overhead

As I carried in an armload of firewood, I noticed a large, soaring bird at the far end of the valley. It was an eagle. After I put the wood in the house, I grabbed the camera and hustled back outside in case the eagle was still there. She was. I wished she would fly over the house and when she did, I snapped her picture as she passed overhead. I thanked her for being so cooperative and waved goodbye as she drifted down the valley.

Ice-covered Marsh Pond

Ice-covered Marsh Pond

Last week, rain melted the snow that covered the marsh ponds, then froze again later in the week, turning the ice a light copper color, the same color as the dried cattails at the edge of the pond. I’m not really sure why the ice was such a pretty color, but it’s something I don’t see all the time. My good friends Dan and Wanda tell met that these ponds are good for ice skating now.

The weather warmed early in the week and the little opossum ventured out at night to find something to eat. His tracks told me that he had been to the compost pile and the bird feeders. He looks pretty fit, so he’s doing okay so far, but there is still a ways to go before the spring thaw.

Hungry Turkey

Hungry Turkey

Some hungry turkeys have discovered a field of corn shocks that were made by an Amish farmer. The clever turkeys have spotted a few ears of corn on some of the dried stalks and quickly pick the dry kernels off the cobs. A few bluejays patiently wait at the edge of the woods for the turkeys to leave so they can clean up what’s left.

Valley Farm

Valley Farm

I love driving slowly along country roads taking in the beautiful landscape. The small valley farms are so picturesque, framed by these Kickapoo mountains and fresh water streams. Generations of farm families have learned from this land. To them, this will always be Home. The children raised on these farms will always know what it’s like to live in the Kickapoo Valley.

It was a cold Sunday morning at 6 a.m. My trusty old thermometer registered minus ten degrees. The only birds I saw while driving two miles to Viola were a pair of colorful rooster pheasants. To me it was a sure sign of spring, because the two frisky birds were standing on the snow, eye to eye. I watched them for a while from a distance as they tried to back each other down, often jumping at each other with wings flapping and spurs raking. It was a fight worth watching, because there’s a lot at stake. To the victor goes the spoils, and the pretty pheasant hens are the prize. As the males put on a good show, I kicked myself for leaving the camera at home.

I spotted more new spring green-ness Wednesday morning on the south side of Organic Valley’s headquarters. There among the snow and dried leaves were the green shoots of daffodils under the windows. It’s a warm spot where the ground probably hasn’t frozen. Though it’s a little early, they are truly a sign of the promises of spring.

Sunset Behind the Trees

Sunset Behind the Trees

I watched the sun set behind the trees up on the ridge Sunday night. I’m always reminded of how beautiful some of these simple moments can be. It was the perfect ending to a cold winter day, and I was grateful for it.

Pair of Cardinals

Pair of Cardinals

A pair of cardinals sat patiently in the apple tree by the house. I knew they were waiting for me to throw some sunflower seed out on the snow for them. Seeing the male and female together made me wonder when I’d hear the male’s first spring song. It tells me that February is nearly gone and the days will get warmer.

The cardinals have been together in a single flock all winter. Now they start to pair up with the hint of love in the air. Signs of spring are here. We just have to take a moment to find them. Give yourself a chance to see and hear the life around you by pausing just one moment at a time to experience the coming of spring.

Naturally yours,

Dan