These are from March! Apparently I forgot to post them. I think maybe I edited them and then decided I didn’t like them. More recent ones soon.

wrens building a nest in the bee-shaped bird house today! hello new neighbors!

wrens building a nest in the bee-shaped bird house today! hello new neighbors!

i didn’t take a picture of the rabbit i buried last week so here is a dead grackle.

i didn’t take a picture of the rabbit i buried last week so here is a dead grackle.

selecting swamp shells

selecting swamp shells

hello summer boots, hello deer bones

hello summer boots, hello deer bones

Every winter is a little different, and this one’s primary characteristics have been perpetually white, thick, blobby, and completely unphotogenic. I appreciate the lack of grey slush and the fresh animal tracks to follow through the woods, but any photos I’ve tried to take are pretty gross-looking. I can’t wait for spring.

In the meantime, here are some photos of a snowman Vernon & I built on a frozen lake (or what would probably be a swampy oxbow of the St Croix in summer) in the middle of the woods this weekend. We felt guilty leaving him all alone at sunset, so we gave him a bird companion so they can face the impending spring together.

Had to buy all these animals at Walgreens or they’d be lonely

Had to buy all these animals at Walgreens or they’d be lonely

North Trip - Monday 9/17/12 - Tuesday 9/18/12

Had breakfast on pebbly beach by the abandoned boat house with seagulls and geese; learned that seagulls and geese like cheese sauce and hate canned pears. Drove up the Gunflint Trail into Superior National Forest to the East Bearskin campground. Swam in the lake even though it was about 50 degrees and cloudy. Put on winter clothes and left food out for chipmunks. Went for a long walk along the trails to the beaver dam lake, saw a grouse who was not happy to see us, and heard eerie loon calls echoing through the woods all afternoon & evening. Collected firewood on our way back to our campsite, where we found out that chipmunks love almonds but don’t care for crackers or tortilla chips, and will reluctantly eat bread if you don’t give them anything else. Built little boats as it grew dark and released our fleet on the glassy surface of East Bearskin at dusk. Campfire and food as it dropped below freezing. I’m afraid of the dark like always. In the morning we stopped at a nice little river off the Gunflint Trail and placed our dashboard deer skills to rest in the shallow water — a much better resting place than the hunter’s dumping ravine where we picked them up. Miscellaneous stops along the way home, and took a nice hitchhiking hipster couple to Two Harbors. Driftwood & seagulls that didn’t understand they were being fed. Home.