Back Wood Creek and Bridge

Getting in my daily constitutional I walked down through my own wood then followed the back line up the south side of Black Hill to the top of a neighbor's lot and down the other side to one of the feeders to Piney Creek that flows into the Elk River.  Other than some flurries of wings of what sounded like grouse as we crossed the bridge and a little later some scattered Robins, my dog and I saw no wildlife - although I'm sure Elijah smelled many a woodland creature.  This clear limpid run was a beauty to the eye.