Take a walk on the forest side in winter and spring. The same path, but compare February and April. Each time I crested the ridge, climbed over another rock, I was spell bound.
The hurricane knocked over a tree, which can become a winter home. Nobody was there. I was relieved!
I had a delightful walk. The woods were quiet. The birds were singing. I frightened a pair of mallards hanging about in a bog pool. Another pair of birds took off in fright, I think they were pheasants. Obviously, I am not quick enough, as they escaped my camera. You'll have to imagine them!
The path is old, and built across some of these bogs. Other parts are created naturally by the moss on the precambrian shield.
But nature thrives in spite of us.