This is what's left of my creek after the long drought: just a few disconnected puddles and a creekbed full of fall leaves. The meadow behind the trees is where we often see red-tailed hawks.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...turn right to go upstream and left to go home.
This is where I saw the buzzards and pileated woodpeckers last week. The creek is on the right and the trillium hill is on the left. This is the beginning of my favorite walk.
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