Here is what the river looks like now. They are doing some maintenance upstream, so there is more water than usual for this time of year - the level is controlled by a Bureau of Reclamation dam.





I stood on the bridge yesterday and counted 5 large trout facing into the current waiting for food to drift by on the current. The fishermen were here Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, just one at a time. I don't know how many fish they caught, but they all stayed a long time, so they were either catching a lot, or couldn't believe they couldn't catch any and kept trying.

We have been promised a big storm starting tonight, and I am anxious for it to materialize. If we are lucky we'll get up to 7 inches of snow. Right now, it is sunny and warm. I was thinking of applying weed and feed to the grass before the storm so it would get soaked into the ground, but then decided that since the grass is still dormant and the weeds not visible, the weed killer part wouldn't work since the idea is that it clings to the broader weed leaves and not the narrow blades of grass. So I'll wait and hope we get a good storm later in the month or in May to wet the grass.

Today I decided the fox is definitely not coming back. He's probably dead, but I'll think of him as having found a new home where he is much loved and appreciated. I certainly treasure the memories of his visits.



The wild fox or foxes that come here now only come after dark. One time I put out a plastic container of pasta, and they carried it up the side of the mountain because they are too feral to eat in sight of the house. I found it today, upside down with fox poop on it, so they had marked it as theirs. There is also fox scat on the concrete septic tank, left there by my friendly fox last fall, our last souvenir of friendship.