Sunday, March 29, 2026, 11.9* F, 70% RH, 0635
Sun rising as we go outside the second time. Frost. Stream moves under thin ice blanket. Crows send voices. Splotches of snow occupy shady places. Yesterday, first time since December, the three passed through the gate, Zayne harnessed, attached to me with a leash. We made our way to the stream over uneven land, around boulders. At present no ticks have been found on any of us. (Ticks are theoretically inactive below 32*.)
We wait for the revealing.
Photo: LJ Austin
