One of those days
Was followed by:
A moody sky that brought unexpected snow
and a day later :
The flicker got to referee the starlings and the blue-jays. Poor flicker is a solitary chap but maybe his wife stays at home while he sorts out the rabble. It’s quite a scrum in the morning.
At dark “our” deer come looking for a snack
So hard for them, this time of year
On a cold morning, the birds look as if they have their feet tucked up and they seem to puff themselves out.
My “oracle” (which failed to predict the last snow storm) tells me that it may be cold through the beginning of March and we have a hypothermia warning out for tonight, but I know I shall come to my window one morning soon and see signs of Spring. With the luxury of a roof and a warm house, it’s all good.
But I do feel sorry for the deer….