Several hundred miles north of here, the Algonquin woods shed their leaves in silence. It's chilly now, and the loons are packing up for their long journey south. The beavers can't fly, so they are preparing to defend themselves against winter, and the moose are in love.
None of them have heard of George Bush or John Kerry.
Walked: 3 miles.
4 comments:
Aren't they fortunate. LOL!
Hey there! Thanks for your visits and comments in my journal, and thanks for leaving a link to yours. Great photos! I know Juncos mean winter is on its way... but don't you love fall? It's my favorite season.. beautiful colors, passing migrant birds, and lots of good food!
--Dani, a new faithful reader of your journal.
http://journals.aol.com/ateisgrate2/DaniellesDen/
Gorgeous! Sometimes I envy those beavers and moose.
Isn't that true?! Love the photo. Thanks for stopping by mine, and if you include that link somewhere, thanks for that too!
~~JerseyGirl
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