During a birdwatching outing, I paid a visit to a pothole-covered road that is largely considered undrivable. The lack of vehicles and secluded nature of the road lend themselves nicely to being a popular birding location.
Clumps of crescent-shaped seed pods embellished a dried plant that stood a few feet tall. The plant lined an open trail and called for a closer examination.
The ice over the pond was thinning, betraying the dark water beneath its increasingly transparent surface. A trio of beavers was there.
