Trails

The recent thaw enabled me to take Lizzy out on our morning walk, which has been interrupted for almost a month because of the weather. The trails were rough, but passable on the crunchy snow, and she had a blast trying to eat another creature's poop (which I had to pry twice from her mouth), rolling on some smell on the snow, digging into a hole made by a small creature, and pulling at the leash like she wanted to run the Iditarod.

Here, in a momentary lull, she stopped to listen to a Pileated hammering against a tree. The promise of sun as it reflected on the snow made the walk a very nice way to start the morning, even if Lizzy turned it into more of a workout than I would've wanted.