Sometimes it's hard to tell if it's the wind howling, or the wolves. There's a big storm coming and I have to go clear the traps before it hits. The wolves are really good at avoiding them, but I'd like to collar the new females and take a few blood samples.
The greenhouse is looking good, I've spent the last few days cleaning it up -- no longer the abandoned shack it used to be, and it seems the previous crew did their drinking in here, if the empty bottles are any indication. I'm glad we started the lettuce beds before you left, the first batch is just about ready.
All my love,