The bird bath froze solid last night; it was about 15 degrees. It’s supposed to warm to 47. We walked the Pinnacle trail this morning with the two dogs. We passed a beautiful Australian Shepherd with his people and saw circles of petroglyphs. The picture above of Willow Lake and the dells was taken on the walk. My sister learned about the trail from a man walking his macaw.
The only sushi available in town is at Frys grocery store from a chef so authentic, he speaks no English. My brother and I shared two vegan rolls, an avocado roll especially made for us, and seaweed salad for lunch.
We stopped at the Tractor Supply Company for birdseed. I’ve never said those words before. The hummingbirds have disappeared for the winter, but the yard is filled with sparrows, doves, pigeons, and lots of goldfinches. A falcon visits randomly.
I sometimes look for the ghosts of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday in the rocks or among the dells. Not seen them, but there’s always tomorrow.
Happy writing, walking, reading and eating.