Early morning fog on an Ozark stream is eerily beautiful. Images rise out of the haze that rolls silently over the surface of the water (seemingly so still at this time of day but the current never really slows at all). This tree limb which has been submerged for a long time as evidenced by its smooth white surface, appears alive as its spector reaches out of the water and fog.
But soon enough the sun climbs above the tree tops and welcoming rays beam through the canopy of leaves. The increasing warmth chases the fog away and another brilliant summer day has arrived.
During this period of awakening, a bold little fellow and his family have joined us for breakfast (or perhaps more correctly, we have joined him - it is, after all, his home - we are the visitors). In any case, we enjoy his wary company and the antics of his brood.
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