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Even on this cold winter day, I soon discover nature's wild living things in action. Along their well-beaten trails, jack rabbits are gently hopping along, stopping now or grass. The slanting rays of the January sun seem to I know this land is teeming with life, some of it in hibernation, some moving, and some awaiting the encouragement of spring. branch to branch nibbling on seeds. How nice to have such company. Nature's enchanting lure once again catches my The sight reminds me to keep my eyes peeled for other animals and birds. Of course the rabbit has been aware of toy presence frod the very start, and now 1 wonder how many other eyes are watching me. Soon, to my amazement, I see a frisky chipmunk enjoying the seeds from a small service-berry bush. As I guide the pony to the top of the hill, the view becomes more exciting. There are numerous fresh deer tracks among the evergreens. As I come to a large uprooted sizeable hole. It appeared about right for a woodchuck den. It appeared his hibernation was secure. As X head for camp and dinner, a ilock of snowbiros flits along ahead of the pony. Soon I am riding along an old fence line. Several meadowlarks greet me with their flute-like song. It doesn't take long at the sheep wagon potatoes and e£QS. I hurry hack to the grazing sheep in the snow. At about the time the sun drops behind the west mountains, I give a loud yell and the sheep begin feeding their way slowly to their bed-ground near the sheep wagon. About dusk Uncle John appears riding his sorrel mule, pocket, wages for a pleasant day's work. 63 |
