Winter in the forest is full of magic. Where a few months ago leaves rustled and squirrels scampered, there now lies a white blanket, a naked tree, a sparkle in the air. If you stand in the woods in winter and just listen, what do you hear?
There is a ring to the forest, a quiet crispness that bounces off the trees and snow. When the clouds roll in and soft snowflakes fall from the sky, all is silent. You can hear the crystals land delicately on your jacket. You can hear the sound of your breath. But when the clouds clear and blue sky shines overhead, the forest erupts into life. Over there, in the red oak tree, you can hear the fee-bee of the chickadees. Back there! Deep in the woods! Do you hear the woodpecker drilling into the bark? The stream laughs and gurgles past you, dancing between the patches of ice.
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Fire makers
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Trackers
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Explorers
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