Winter has released its grip over the Eastern Sierra. The deer migration up to high pastures has begun.
The herd depends on me. I cannot miss any errant odor, the slight crack of a leaf's spine, a rustling--all could put the herd in peril. We survived winter and have to keep going so I remain vigilant.
I have the exuberance of youth! Survived winter and now relish in the migration to new lands, smell, and tastes for me. I have a lot to learn, but take it in stride for now.
Thierry Montoya-Get out and explore!