One of the things that you don’t expect in visiting a place you have never been before is how different it is. I know that seems simplistic, but hear me out. As we sit on the front porch of our cabin drinking our perspective wine and beer, stubby hubs hunk and I hear a noise unlike any we know. Is that a plane?, he asks. A car coming down the drive I wonder. No it’s the wind. It starts way up on the hill. You can hear it in the pines before you can feel it on your skin. Then it becomes music set in a round. One you hear it on the hill one swirling around you and one down the hill a ways. All voices singing the same song in different parts. And then as quickly as it starts it rolls away. The bird songs aren’t like ones we have heard before. Stubs asked what that noise was. He supposed it was a person calling a bird. I disagreed.
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By e on July 19, 2011
I had texted my friends mrs. hand, who was a wealth of knowledge in our trip to Colorado. I asked her where we need to go to see wildlife in this state. Not that we haven’t adored hanging with the chipmunks, but where were the beasts. Nature has a funny way of answering your call sometimes.
The next morning, I was having my coffee on the same porch. Reading and looking at the bounty that seems endless. Suddenly, I hear thunder and see a flash of brown. I look up to find a young elk running in front of the cabin. I stand only to find him grazing on grass at the door of the cottage next to ours. He is majestic with horns no bigger than a foot but larger than any dear i have ever seen.
the gifts of nature never seem to cease.E