Wanderlust

 I should be doing some campaign work.   Does this happen to anyone else?   Work calls....but the sun is out, it's 11 degrees on the 11th of January.  I wonder how warm it will be on the 25th?    It would feel like spring if I wasn't trying so hard to remind myself that it's winter!   I have been hoping to get off the field and into the swamp once it freezes up a bit.     But I found this little elbow of the Sydenham at the back of the lagoons and  just followed some game trails through the brush.
 
 I wonder... as I wander....a beaver?   I could not find a dry way across the creek to get a little closer.   Too bad.   It was very sandy on the creek banks and a bit wetter and muckier in the low spots. 

 Game trails abounded and in some spots it was more like a game highway where it was deep and wide and forked off in multiple directions.  At one point we hear a couple of deer crashing through the bush about 150 feet away from us.  I saw their movement...white tails and ears....but not their whole bodies or exactly how many there were....   On the way home I spotted a dead one laying on the bank of the tracks, a dent in her side and a snapped leg.  A casualty. Instant. I hope.  Life is dangerous.

And now we are ready to do some pledge processing and then some spreadsheet reconciliation.
I think...