It’s February and winter is in full swing. At the refuge, I observe the sights of the season; some good, others bad, and a few downright ugly!

Elegant, swirling, twisting, twirling, breathtaking, hovering, dipping, and fluttering are some of the words I use to describe them.

It’s another beautiful summer day on the Missisquoi River. Boating along, we notice a furry creature in the water. Thinking it’s a beaver or muskrat, we move closer to get a better look, but…it isn’t!