Waking up early, I was motivated by the pretty sunrise, and the moon setting in the early morning light to get up and get going. The weather is supposed to be poor the next couple days, so I high tailed it to GMNWR to see what was up.
Strapping on my cross country skis, I was soon skiing up the old railroad bed. The only noise was the sound of my skis. It was a quiet morning. There were no signs of life at last year's screech owl nest, no woodpeckers on the Timber Trail, and only a few chickadees chattering way off in the distance. As I neared the impoundment, I could hear several crows mobbing a hawk off in the woods, but there was still nothing to see.
Skiing around the impoundment, there were signs of mammal life - fresh rabbit and coyote tracks, probably some others that I didn't recognize too, but no mammals. There was the occasional sparrow or chickadee to photograph, but nothing special. So I entertained myself photographing the cat tails beaten down by the wind and decorated with snow.