There is a silence accompanied by a misty morning that is unlike anything else.
This morning I sat on the porch to have my morning coffee. The roosters refrained from crowing. The logging activity is either done or stopped for a break. Only the occasional drip of condensate from the porch could be heard.
I brought the camera outside for feeding critter chores. By that time the peace had been disrupted by all manners of noises but the imagery was still pretty.
About Wild Ozark
About the voice behind this blog, Madison Woods