Thank goodness for springtime knocking on the door at this place we call home. We know that it will snow again which makes these days all the sweeter.
As our last snow storm's deposit melted, it formed small streams in a meadow. The streams feed a pond that many baby animals - coyotes, birds, marmots, foxes - rely upon at this time of year.
On the edge of a meadow, my favorite bluebird couple continues to prepare for spring. The male is looking straight at the cavity that they hope to use for their nest. I hope that they can hang onto it but the tree swallows may outbid them.
And, if you look over the meadows toward the mountains, a ski area is visible. It's been closed since the pandemic began but that didn't stop the moon from setting over it a day after the last full moon.
Shyla regularly howls in gratitude for a life that she loves. She is a funny dog. I have to beg her *not* to howl whenever I point my camera toward her these days.