Winter is slowly easing toward spring in my valley. The red-winged blackbirds have returned, early harbingers of changing seasons. I heard Canada geese honking as they flew above the forest yesterday. Soon the sandhill cranes will arrive. The snow, while still thick on the ground, is ever-so-slowly melting, reducing, disappearing. I always miss the snow once it’s gone, but spring’s early wildflowers and the arrival of migrating birds quickly distract me.
To usher winter on its way, here’s the last installment (for this year) of fences in winter.
Feature image: Conall emerging from the snow berm in front of a split rail fence on a foggy winter morning, Valentine’s Day 2019.