Sunday Morning Run

Bluebirds, indigo buntings, a rare red squirrel, a flattened frog carcass on the path and a chorus of frog friends croaking a funeral song from the pondlets in the woods.

Sight, sound and smell, all tapped during our Sunday morning run as the faint aroma of skunk filled the air at the end.

Spring is finally here! πŸ’¦ 🐦🐿🐸🦨🌳