Came back from the 'swimmin hole' with very cold hands, frozen cheeks, and no fish. There was a little snow whirling about, if one looked closely. The wind was vicious until we turned our backs to it. The cold weather is upon us.
Ended up walking about 4 miles in this brisk afternoon weather. Laughed with my friend when he said, "There are probably a couple more ptarmigan there," as we looked at one lone bird. Suddenly, about 30 appeared! They are beautiful this time of year slowly transforming into a white bird. Spotted brown on white or white on brown...very beautiful.
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