It felt silent but rather, it was the gentle orchestra of the backwoods. My dogs stay close while all around us acorns bounce off of the ground that is covered with pine needles the color of an amber beach. The transitioning green ferns now spotted in shades of brown, dance in the breeze as autumn’s-colored leaves flutter like butterflies. Almost tiptoeing, we walk, scanning trees and fallen wood branches for any sign of hidden life. Caught by surprise, a chipmunk makes its shrieking, chipping noise and scampers away. Squirrels bark, warning the forest of a hawk or an owl which is present and looking for lunch. Spotting some raccoons, I call the dogs in to sit and stay nearby. Always attentive, they move their heads, instinctively sniffing the air with their noses and perking up their ears.
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