|This is my new buddy Hank Heron. (Oh, pun gods, please forgive me.)|
|Hank and his muskrat buddy (lower right).|
Here's some of what my walk looked like (and as you can tell, it was simply gorgeous).
|Hank strutting. You'd think he'd just homered.|
|The creek ambles through the frozen show.|
|Tinker Mountain hovers over the creek and all its inhabitants.|
|That's the bundled-up editdr at Tinker Creek, a pilgrim, if you will.|
|Hank looking for lunch.|