Went out on the trail in spite of the chill, but nothing was moving except the creek and a few magpies. As they flew about with their tail feathers spread out, I suddenly realized how prehistoric they look - somewhat like Archaeopteryx. Interesting.
With the foliage dying back the rose hips and snowberries are much more obvious, and they’re everywhere – offering some sustenance to the deer and bears, as well as the few birds that remain through the winter months.
A lone fungus clings to the trunk of a cottonwood tree, seemingly oblivious to the close to freezing weather. And it appears to be a mushroom, and not a shelf fungus as I would expect to find there. I’ve never seen a mushroom growing anywhere but on or near the ground, but this one was about 15 feet up.
There are new mullein plants everywhere, and it seems like a strange time of year for them to sprout – but there they were, hugging the ground like small, fuzzy heads of cabbage.
A short time outside was all I could take this morning, and I headed back inside - content to settle down next to the fire with a good book and a cup of hot tea.
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