I rounded the back of the ridge, and saw snow falling at our ski basin, 10-12 miles north as the crow flies.
And little signs of spring everywhere.
I would not have seen these tiny piñon jays if their mother had not flown in and out a couple of times with food. What a good mom, to have raised five of them to this age, and all looking healthy and content. I'll be doing a painting of them soon. I'm now working on a steller's jay and blocking out a portrait of a gorgeous little buck I've known for a couple of years, who lives on this ridge.
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