Tales From the Bark Side column: 'The Shadow Nose,' part 1
Welcome back to the bark side of life here in Ottertail, where a gray morning hides a secretive sun behind a veil of tear laden clouds, as the last desperate grasp of winter slowly slips away into a resourceful spring. Flowers are popping up like lost relatives after a person wins the Powerball lottery.
The woods awaken to the soulful serenade of cheerful birds; beckoning to the dawn with rapturous glee. It may not feel like it today, but I do believe that spring is here.