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Hawk Feather And Free Rage

    Hey, everyone. On Wednesday I took a day of vacation. Four of us went to a wilderness area where there are thousands of acres of pine forest with no homes for many miles. This area has a few logging roads on it. You need to take a gun for safety because there are some mean people here and there, as well as the odd dangerous critter. Our purpose for the trip was to look for tracks and we found plenty of them.
     This particular area has quite a bit of sandy soil. It's not all sand but really a mix of sand and loam. It's ideal for tracking. The problem is that we have had almost no rain for the last month and the tracks we saw were ones that were weeks old, in all likelihood. They set like cement in this stuff.
    We found many ditches filled with sand as well as one huge mudhole, capable of swallowing several trucks the size of ours. We had taken my truck because it is a 4-wheel drive and the roads have huge ruts, as well as big rocks.
    My favorite tracks which we found were the prints of bobcats; a momma and her cub. They had walked right up a ditch that lay alongside a gravel road. We also saw the tracks of a field mouse, raccoon, dog and a multitude of deer sign. It was a pretty day and not terribly hot.
     We found a big pile of bear scat, filled with blackberry seeds, and a bigger pile of scat which I think belonged to a mountain lion. At least I wouldn't have fought him over it, if he wanted it back.
    We saw a wild turkey cross the road. I don't mean to say he was staggering along with a martini in his hand, but merely that he was not as domesticated as I am.
    My wife found the track of a snake in the big mud hole. The track was a line in the mud that undulates back and forth. It was very distinctive. The mud wallow was huge and you could have pulled three trucks into it.
     Over all , we saw some nice flowers, a lot of tracks and no people. The only fly in the ointment was a barred gate with the typical threatening sign. " Private property: You are under video surveillance." 
    Hey, one of the grandchildren found a beautiful, long feather. We looked it up and saw that it was from a Broad Wing hawk. The darn feather is almost 15 inches long.
    One last note about gaming. Rage and Rage HD are now free. Yes, the best game on the app store is Rage, HD and you can have it for nothing. The offer is good for the next week.
    Well, I am tired and it is late. Have a good weekend.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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