Here we are. A new day dawns. The sun was lovely, yesterday.
As I was writing this, I heard a loud plane overhead. Still dark, Flight Radar was my best option. At first, there was no call sign. I rewound the radar timeline, and found out where it came from. I was really loud, even at 25,000'!
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I didn't mean to post these videos today, but you know how things go. I uploaded them last night, and it defaults to 'public' unless I change it to private until I am ready to post about them. I konked out and went to bed early, forgetting what I had done. Ain't old age grand?!
Someone commented on a couple of them, it doesn't happen often with Vimeo, with a lower profile than uTube. I don't get the awful spam and vulgar comments either. That is a bonus.
First up: dear aleaping. They are so quick, and leap so high.
Just as I was putting this together, JB called me to the window. Henry has lost one antler. I guess it's snowshoe time. I first look for small spots of blood, which gives me a trail to follow. They tend to follow heavily trodden paths, the snow is too difficult to walk on otherwise. It takes a lot of energy. I have a plan for today!