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Before the storm on Sunday, we went for a supply of bird food.
When the weather is cold and snowy, it’s hard to keep the feeders topped up.
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As we drove, the sun briefly sent its rays beneath the dark, threatening cloud, like a spotlight.
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It touched the tops of these tamaracks, making them look like flames against the dark sky.
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It was a good sky for landscapes.
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In my book, anyway.
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We took a slow way home…
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Grey weather doesn’t make a drive less enjoyable.
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Soon the world would be transformed.
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“I will not give up my leaves!”
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In places there were remnants of an earlier snowfall and ponds were frozen over.
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Finding ourselves on a particular road, Grant remarked:
“We haven’t seen turkeys here lately.”
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Whereupon…
Not just one or two, either.
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Sadly, we startled them.
To continue, or to retreat?
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“Well I’m going back!”
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Off they went.
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Back to the safety of the woods.
We would have waited for them to cross the road of course, but we’d come upon them suddenly, rounding a blind turn, not a good place to stop.
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We continued on, Grant muttering:
“Haven’t seen any pots of gold lately.”
His summons doesn’t work that way.
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Monday at 0755
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Two days could hardly be more different than this past Sunday and Monday.
Which I will demonstrate tomorrow.
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Thank you, Carolyn, for your interesting update and photos!
Joanna
I’m surprised that Americans don’t shoot those wild turkeys to eat. They present themselves as easy enough targets. We are forecast for an Atlantic storm soon, but high winds (60-100mph) and rain, no snow. (So they say)
Best wishes, Pete.
Oh, they do 🙁 I hope you don’t get the intense cold we’ve got at present.
Grant the Turkey Whisperer needs to work on his pots of gold skills!
I’m amazed at that one tree dressed in so many leaves in the middle of winter – nature is wonderful. And I had a good laugh at Grant’s muttering for that pot of gold – don’t we all wish for that! But I suppose, instead, we should be satisfied with the sight of wild turkeys every now and then 😁.