St Patrick's Day on the meadow.
Red winged black birds singing high atop the old spruce trees at the main gate.
Coyote wakes up from his afternoon siesta in the middle of the open meadow and the moose pay no attention.
Our resident cow and her two calves grazed for a couple of hours on the ridge across the creek. They are so comfortable with us; it's a lovely thing. We hanker for a telephoto lens so that we can really get close up and personal.