All the beautiful leaves are gone and the forest is down to it's bare bones.
The prairie at Mosquito Hill, in shades of wheat, rust, taupe . . .
(Sorry, that was awful but I just couldn't help myself!)
Things are looking a little bit spooky, even in the daylight.
The perfect time for a walk. First stop is the frog pond. No mosquitos today!
It is looking pretty shallow, though.
Next it's onto the hill and the intrepid explorers set off up the north trail.
When Nick stops to take a photo we realize Burt is nowhere to be seen. Where could he be?
Shhh? What is he up to?
Nick picked just the perfect spot to change the film in his camera.
The perfect spot for Burt, that is.
Ha! How could he not see that coming?
Eventually we reach the top. The view has changed quite a bit since October.
Wow Burt, that looks comfortable.
Then we heard something behind us, a half dozen or so deer!
Of course when we turned back around Burt had disappeared again.
We decided to go back down the trail expecting we would eventually run into him.
Hope he's not hiding in the birch trees.
When we were almost to the bottom of the hill he sent us a selfie from the top!
Did I mention it was also starting to get dark?
Actually he was just a few feet away, at the big maple tree, laughing at us!
Ah, November. grey skies, cold winds and freezing temperatures.
Needless to say we didn't let him out of our sight for the rest of the walk.
How is your November shaping up?