An acorn falls from a tree and pelts the ground with a thud. The impact stirs a small pale moth who flutters from one blade of grass to the safety of another.
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.
