The days of winter are always a time of both dormancy and new life. As I hike through the West Hills of Portland, periodic blasts of arctic air, snow and freezing rain keep most life scurrying to survive.
But, I typically spot a few crows, small songbirds and squirrels.
It won’t be long until I begin seeing new growth. It’s both a time of waiting and of enjoying the few signs of new life to be seen.
Vireo (?), Pine Squirrel and Song Sparrow
SW Portland Trails