Cress Run.

 After our watercress run out to Roly proved to be unsuccessful Tuesday, Mart invited me out for a hike to gather some cress and to look for a shed.  When I came over the ridge I thought I had hit the jackpot but alas it was just a cow bone yard.

 We continued down the valley checking out all to little nooks and crannies along the limestone bluffs. 

 Imaging how the early people in this valley may have sat here on a sunny afternoon working on arrow head as they pursued the abundant wild game that lived in these valleys.

 I'm going to have to settle for a bag of watercress because I didn't find any sheds or arrow heads.  But, Mart did find this one that the squirrels had gotten to before him.

We found a good  spot out of the wind, snow and sleet in the bottom of the valley.






















 Across the valley a pair of Red tailed hawks nested high above the valley floor with one on the nest while the other called out shrill cries as a pair of crows came down the valley.

Red-tails  are monogamous and may mate for life. The female lays one to five eggs each year. Both sexes incubate the eggs for four to five weeks, and feed the young from the time they hatch until they leave the nest about six weeks later.

 Mart and I made plans to come back and check on them later on.  Maybe after the mushrooms start poppin.