We hit expectedly unexpected weather at our campsite in Atlantic City. The forecast called for rain and we got... snow. And ice. We listened to the ssssslllliiiiiiish and thump of wet snow sliding from the sides of the tent all night, and when we awoke in the morning, a thin layer of ice glistened on the tent, the car, the trees, and small blossoms that had dared to brave the cold to wake up. The cacophonous sounds of nature accompanied the sunrise and ice melt, a praiseful mass more joyous and more pure than any that could be found in a church. Hawks and woodpeckers ruckused around the still barren trees, ravens and small songbirds harrassed each other in what almost resembled brotherly affection. Small ground squirrels braved the raptors' hungry moods to look for treats that may have slipped from our meager campsite breakfast.
We even got to see a great-horned owl last night, a mighty barrel with wings, sluggish with surprise and with a steely yellow glare that could stop an angry alligator.
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I've always wanted to see an owl in the wild. That is too cool. Did you get any pictures?
No... it was at night, and we almost hit it with the car... so we saw it up close and personal, but not photos.. :-(
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