Blue grouse are working their bellows in the Douglas Firs. The other night, we saw our first newborn blacktail fawn stumbling behind it’s mom like a drunken toddler. Birds are chirping again and surf smelt are riding the waves up onto to the gravel beaches to spawn. I even spotted my first summer steelhead in a side channel of the river this week.
Up on the ridge, the marmots are chirping while the snow fields shrink and the wildflowers prepare to explode.
Our daylight has doubled since the winter solstice and it feeds the soul as much as it does fauna. It’s a complete rejuvenation. I feel it.
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