Along the "crick"

Leaving the farm was hard. It will be months before we go back. It was cold and still this morning. Heavy frost and the crick bank had started to knit ice. We came up on a hawk that was wet and looked to in distress. We were miles from cell coverage so we drove slowly by and it flew up in a tree. Hoping it was just bath day and it will be just fine. Other than that the creek was calming and a joy to follow on our way home. 
If you did not guess the locals call this the "crick" and give you an odd look if you call it anything else :)

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