Although Terra Com work has picked up a good bit–and somewhat unexpectedly with the two new publisher clients adding on more and more demands–I still managed to find the rhythm of the Yamsi Valley this past week. I’ve been alone for the week, just Rio and Mazzy for company. The birding has been incredible as has the weather, warming with every passing day. I’ve made sure to fit in my morning sunrise prayer at the dock each day. I’ve biked or hiked Aspen Ridge area all week, reconnecting with Sentinel Creek, Blue Jay Springs, the old growth Ponderosas, and the coyote families that are ubiquitous. Five evenings in a row I’ve kayaked up and down the river watching spring unfold along its banks. There are two pair of Wood Ducks nesting on the ranch, along with a pair of Buffleheads (which is unusual), and Cinnamon Teal and Mallards, which are to be expected. No trout or mayflies have made their presence known, though I suspect the resident fish are lurking beneath the cut-banks, and mayfly larvae are getting anxious with their lives wallowing in the mud. It is supposed to get warmer this weekend so perhaps they will emerge. Only a few mosquitoes buzz about in the evenings, just enough to remind one it is spring in the high country.