Wednesday, February 27, 2008

After the Snowfall, February 27, 2008

Last night we had a long, slow snowstorm that left everything with a pretty dusting.At first Ellie didn't want to go out, and tried to hide from me, but when I grabbed my camera, she came running.
The Chemung River is running very fast here, and isn't safe. Ellie is cautious, and only checks the water temperature on a low bank. It's too cold for her, and she resumes her walk.
The snow was blown from the NorthWest and has stuck on the trees. It's not very heavy, but thick enough to cause us to slog our way.
It's hard to tell from the photos, but the snow is almost blinding. We've stuck to the woodsy areas, to allow us to rest our eyes a bit. The paths are already marked by other travelers.
Ellie is hunting the smaller animals that keep burrows all around us. She pokes her head into a hole, and raises it only when she hears something.
Now we are surrounded by walkers up on the dike. This is where Ellie turned naughty. She wouldn't come to the whistle, and barked at cross-country skiers. However, she rapidly lost interest after a quick sniff, and was ready to move on. I decided to leave on a peaceful note and we headed home. She's dead out, asleep at her window.

Little Pond