Thank you, Whip!
I was seeing some serious "dead moose" there. What a coup!
When I leave a special place like that, my thoughts drift to it many times over the course of a year. I wonder, that bright bunch of ripened grass, that is snowed over, flattened, decaying now, right? Those wallows, are they crispy at the edges? Frozen over? Once I have taken notice and lived in the heart of a place, I am always traveling back, in my mind, and feeling what might be happening there now. They cling to you, they are a part of you. Thank you for sharing your images, pictures of things that made your heart sing.
Killdeer