The winter winds are slowly closing in on the tundra. Even yesterday, as we ventured up the frozen slough, they would catch peices of ice light enough to slide across the glass and push them down the water nearly as fast as they could go. The bald eagles seem to be the only ones strong enough to soar in such strong gusts. I did see a flock of late snow geese fly over, cackling happily at how fast they were going with the north wind helping them along. But the ravens, chickadees, and seagles have all but settled in for a while. I'm with them. My knit sweaters are looking more and more appealing and the smell of the woodstove is becoming my newest home incense.
