CHAPTER 9
Belle
“It’s warmer today!” At almost fifty degrees; everything’s muddy and dripping. A few sprigs of green still scatter across the forest floor. It’s early December, but winter’s teasing us, without a flake of snow after the big blizzard.
I set out the bait of nuts, suet, and chopped veggies and duck behind the blind with Carl. He's taken me halfway up the mountain to take some photos of something more interesting than the million fat squirrels barking at us from the trees.
The squirrels are cute, but they're only one species. So far, most of what I got snapshots of beside them are birds: ravens, jays, a spill of sparrows flooding the bare branches of a maple. I need something better. A fox, a bear, a deer, a marten? Many animals are dormant in December; I'm just hoping the
