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You would think the cold created a woods devoid of life, frozen, if you will, until the spring thaw brings warmth and energy back to Little Moose Mountain. You would be wrong!

Throughout most of our hike, the calls and chatter of Golden-crowned Kinglets, Black-capped Chickadees, and Red Squirrels rained down on us from the treetops overhead. We squinted to make out their forms, but though they remained difficult to see they were definitely easy to hear, even over the high whistle of the gusting wind. To me it’s always miraculous that such tiny birds can thrive in these northerly latitudes and high elevations.

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