It was fun to watch Winter loosen its grip a little each day as the streams flowed more freely under melting ice and snow. March had no shortage of wind, and interesting formations created by water blown against the rocks and logs often caught my eye.
|Coyote slipping on the ice|
One early morning while concentrating on finding the noisy little Nuthatches near the near the tip of the Matthews-Reeser Bird Sanctuary peninsula, I inadvertently approached a coyote at close range. We locked eyes. Wow! In that brief moment, it dawned on me that I actually held in my hands a camera with which I might take his picture. Ignoring the thin ice signs, he trotted off the peninsula across slick and slushy terrain and disappeared back into the woods, but not before I managed to get a few shots off.
|American Dipper (aka water ouzel)|