“When the sun shines, the Salmonberries glow like living jewels in the bushes,” The Old Woman calls delightedly to Little Snake. Her reptile companion is basking on a nearby stone. A Waxwing swoops down and pecks one of the garnet-ripe berries hanging at the height of the bushes. The Old Woman pauses to watch the dove-colored bird with the sleek black mask and yellow-tipped tail. The berry seems somewhat large for the Waxwing’s beak, but eventually slides down. The Old Woman smiles as the bird flies off.
Glacier Wilds
Glacier Wilds
Glacier Wilds
“When the sun shines, the Salmonberries glow like living jewels in the bushes,” The Old Woman calls delightedly to Little Snake. Her reptile companion is basking on a nearby stone. A Waxwing swoops down and pecks one of the garnet-ripe berries hanging at the height of the bushes. The Old Woman pauses to watch the dove-colored bird with the sleek black mask and yellow-tipped tail. The berry seems somewhat large for the Waxwing’s beak, but eventually slides down. The Old Woman smiles as the bird flies off.