This time the wind was whipping snow through the trees instead of rain -
Howard brought home from Washington part of a maple vine. The bright red color of the leaves didn't survive the trip, but the vine had several interesting shapes.
On that same trip coming back through the Big Hole, Howard had an immature Swainson's hawk fly in front of the pickup, and I saved some of the feathers. I also found a pile of plucked turkey feathers on the trail across the 10 acres. I had trouble on this page with the title lettering, so they both got "bandages".
Shopping for groceries I saw some Fall gourds and brought them home. They always remind me of sketching in early art classes.
For Halloween, the dogs and I were on the search for bones.