My mom had known about my birding adventures and annual list of bird sightings for a while. She was not a birder, but her curiosity finally eclipsed her reluctance, and she started accompanying me on some of my birding outings a few years ago.
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.
