Rock Dell Take Two

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It was a foggy morning that greeted me on December 13th. There were delicate crystals on everything. I headed back to Rock Dell to explore the part I hadn't been able to a couple days before.

 It was beautiful. The sun peeked out from time to time lighting up the landscape like sparkles off a lake. I was hiking to the woods across the prairie area, reflecting on my wish to see some mammals today, when suddenly I spotted a little mouse down in a deer hoof print.

 It was frozen.I set it on top of the snow. perhaps some fox or hawk would appreciate a frozen treat.

 Well. I had seen a mammal. I guess I'd need to be even more specific.

 I climbed into an oakey area with lots of squirrel sign and settled in again.
And more deer beds.

 Fortunately, it was a beautiful - if chilly - day to spend time outside.



 I left the woods empty handed again, and would get even more specific with my prayers.

 How about a squirrel mammal, or a rabbit mammal. I mean, c'mon. 

 Two and a half miles of hiking through shin deep snow made me weary, and on the way back to the car I scurried under a pine tree to rest. No snow, no wind, very comfortable. I thought about dozing a bit, but opted not to. Gotta get the Girl from school.

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