Winter has settled in here on the old Permafrost Ranch
It's here, the hawk as it is called. The hawk of winter. Winter comes early and leaves late in this part of the Boreal Forest. It sure changes the pattern of life for the squirrels and birds who frequent the feeders. As the daylight hours shrink towards the long winters night the snow covered forest grows quieter. At least that is the way it seems except the cold air really transmits sound quite efficiently. You can hear the neighbors better, the crunch of footsteps out in the road or drive way. The cars passing by out on the road or the trains lonely whistle over three miles away, all come through loud and clear. The barking of dogs at night carries for long distances in the deep cold air that comes with the season. The old squirrel agrees with me when I say us humans are a noisy bunch.
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