"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!", shouted the Cliff Chipmunk as he slammed his staff down onto the rock.
So I parked my car and walked around him:) But he was right. The road behind him was not passable at all. Too much ice! So I went on foot into the quiet forest of snow and pinecone.
There she hopped around screaming her scratchy, "Teacher teacher teacher!" call. Yes, I know! I'm a teacher!
After she left, the woods went silent again.
Until I heard a pine cone drop.
One of the Abert's Squirrels said aloud, "It's not me!"
The Cliff Chipmunk just told me to keep moving along.
In the sunlight, the snow turned to water and filled the creeks. But in the shadows of the mountain, the snow remained.
More silence until another pinecone fell. I looked up and saw Mr. Abert's having lunch.
Then. Breaking the silence, a high pitched "zzzt" sliced through the cold air. Recognizing the call, my eyes scanned the lichen covered bark until I spied the movement of a camouflaged back. It was that of the Brown Creeper.
A Pine Siskin called out for me and said "hi".
As I left the snowy trail, I found snow people enjoying the nearby ski lift.
What a perfect day to go birding up on Mt. Lemmon!
There is still snow up on the mountain and plenty of pinecones for the critters to munch on. Until next time.........