Maggie tongue
On the way to Whitemud

Short but vigorous walk through Whitemud north, once again, to look for the elusive Barred Owl. All we saw was melting ice, pools of water, and a wet labrador. Beautiful out though, and Maggie didn’t complain too much about the stairs, as there were a lot of them. We’re in the middle of a big melt, finally, but probably not the final. There’s always the May snowstorm to look forward to.

Melt waters

11:00 AM/10C (later)

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