I took this shot while a group of clouds rolled in. The next day it would pour rain while we looked for wolves in the distance.
The Gray Jay’s white feathers stood out among all of the dark soil, wood, and pine needles. They were little balls of light flitting in and out of the growing darkness.
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Lovely photo.
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