I was tracking some coyotes and deer on the other side of the snowmobile trail today when I heard the crows give an agitated call that was different from their usual conversations.  I was trying to tell if the track in front of me was a turkey that had been snowed on or something else when I decided to look up and see what the commotion was.  I saw two crows flying around a raptor that looked, from my vantage point, like a bald eagle.  My view of the aerial altercation wasn’t great, so I could easily have been mistaken on my eagle ID, but it was definitely a large raptor and I’ve seen bald eagles around here in March each of the last four years.

It’s warmed up over the last few days, with temperatures in the teens and low twenties, but it’s been a great stretch of winter weather without any thaws to put ice layers in the snow.  So it’s been great for tracking, as well as for time in the woods.  Since junior high school when I spent every day after school exploring the woods, tracking and cooking makeshift meals over campfires, winter has been the season where I enjoy the bush the most.  And this one is no exception.