A spruce hen and her chick perched safely above me . . . fresh imprints revealing a predator/prey pursuit . . . last fall’s bull moose antler scrapes . . . each a page in Mother Nature’s cycle of life that graced today’s wilderness wanderings.
“For every creature of the forest is mine, and the cattle upon a thousand hills“. – Psalm 50:10
Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!