Hiking on the plains in the winter is as beautiful as the high mountains, but in such a different way. Many of the trails follow creeks and irrigation ditches, allowing me to observe kingfishers, mallards, canada geese, and whatever else might be stopping near the water. If I'm real lucky, a great horned owl will be hidden somewhere in the crown of a magnificent cottonwood.
The seed heads of last summer's abundance hold their heads high, high enough for the birds to find, even when there is a foot or two of snow on the ground.
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