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Consulted a couple of books on these: Tracking and the Art of Seeing by photographer and writer Paul Rezendes, who lives in Western MA, and Mammal Tracks and Sign of the Northeast, by Diane K. Gibbons, a naturalist and illustrator who makes her home in Southern NH. Looks like they’re the front paws of a muskrat, which makes sense as we’re about a half mile from where the CT River flows into the Long Island Sound, with plenty of shallow wetlands in the area for food and shelter.
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Willie the Wonder Dog (aren’t they all), playing at Hamonassett State Park in 2005. We’d often take him there in the wintertime, and though he loved the wide open spaces, would never wander too far afield.
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This breed is surprisingly docile around humans; they seemed more curious about my presence than fearful or aggressive (though they certainly had a pecking order amongst themselves).
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The lambs on the Binder Farm on Rt 153 showed up a bit late this year – I think they’re about 6 weeks here. And what a crowd they drew in the 10 minutes I was there ! Kids and their moms, older women snapping photos, and most amusingly, a car full of adolescent girls off to some formal occasion.
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This was the scene late one afternoon in early January at Maple Breeze Farm, about two hours before dark. The temperature that night was headed toward minus five degrees, before the wind chill. It was about twenty at the time of the photo. The cattle (American Milking Devons) were clearly ready for the shelter of the barn, just out of view on the left.
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A few years ago, I was driving on a lonesome back road deep in northern VT, shortly before sunrise. I came upon a magnificent draft horse standing alone in a hilly pasture, frosty breath streaming from his nostrils. I quickly pulled over and got out of my car. Alas it was too abrupt a change – the car stopping, the door opening, a human – and it seemed to bring him out of an early morning reverie. He turned his head slowly to look at me, and the moment for the photograph in my mind’s eye had passed. I could only apologize for intruding, and interrupting his communion with the beauty and stillness of that early morning.
This photo above of the English Longhorn came much easier, and though the animal is watchful, I was perhaps less an intrusion. It is the equal to the one that formed in my mind’s eye when I first came upon the scene (which I cannot often say).
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