Strolling through the bird refuge

Not far from Lindsay's house, there is a bird refuge, with two wooden viewing platforms and long, uninterrupted vistas of Antelope Island and the Wasatch Mountains. Terry, Lindsay, the three little ones and I walked along the board walks there one cold January morning. We saw owl pellets, blood and feathers, a flock of shore birds and a lone hawk among the faded cat tails and overgrown grasses.