|Chasing the ball across Morris Lake.|
Shortly after arriving, I lobbed the ball pretty high, and was started to see a large, snowy owl drift out of the trees and cruise silently over my head seeking a more private perch. What a thrill.
As I walked along, I discovered what looked like coyote tracks running in the opposite direction than we were travelling. A different set of animal tracks crossed its path.
Strangely enough these tracks were made by a bird. Why walk when you can fly ?