Mule deer herd of 10 or so. Other deer are out of view. I think this herd was disturbed by back country skiers and forced onto the road. Plowed snow impedes the deer's ability to move freely.
Not really special, but it reminds me of climbing down a steep gorge in the cliff behind me to the verge of the Lake Michigan shoreline beach one Spring. Little had greened up yet.
I wish I had a shot of the highway where the beach sand blows over the road between cuts in the dunes, requiring constant plowing. It's too dicey to stop though. Maybe I can find a picture from where I'd turned off into beach parking.
Good old Ohio in March. In the last few days we've had temps into the seventies and sunny sky's, rain with thunder and lightning, and now snow that at times is nearly a white out.
I'm as confused as the Crocus flowers. They were nice and perky this morning but as the snow keeps falling their flowers keep drooping more and more. I swear I hear their little Crocus voices crying in despair.