
Over the years I've observed Montana's four seasons not by a calendar but by what was taking place out our back door. Walking to pick up the mail in the fall with the geese heading south and honking their goodbyes overhead. In the mornings around Halloween the deer raid our back deck where the carved pumpkins rest. In the winter we watch hawks and bald eagles hunt voles from hay bale perches in the fields surrounding the house. Deer taunt our dogs and stay just out of reach in the deep snow. Our resident fox can be found army crawling his way through the field, only to spring into the air and pounce on prey. Spring is always marked by explosion of young life…Sandhill Cranes raising two young, baby fawns with their spots, and a family of Great Horned Owls hooting good night at dusk and good morning at dawn. Summer the cranes can be found peeking in the windows, while the ducks and geese talk up a storm in the neighboring pond. I start every morning with a walk to the road to get the paper. Everyday is different but the peaceful beginning of the morning is always the same ; shared with the presence and the sounds of our own little wildlife preserve.
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