The train track that runs through Cutler brings life and death. Snow thaws first on the southern side of the track ridge exposing the ground and attracting birds. Particularly bluebirds, robins, white-throated sparrows, and starlings. Actually, mostly robins--doing their best to press the starlings away from the berry trees.
The train, in addition to scaring the birds off (every half an hour on weekdays), seems to kill deer too. I was shocked, the other day, to suddenly run across a trail-side deer carcass (I couldn't resist taking photos--here's a relatively tasteful one, still too disturbing to embed directly). Already stripped down to bone, the kind of thing that makes you think about the meaning of life for the next day or so.
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