Last Saturday brought the first real snow storm along with a multitude of ducks from all corners of the river. At one time, I fed over one hundred beaks. It was like the wedding dress race. Ducks everywhere, rushing for the food. A 50 pound bag of cracked corn was gobbled (do ducks gobble?) within an hour.
By Sunday the river was covered with a blanket of white and not a duck to be seen. Wow! They’re the true meaning of fair weather friends.
My lady river has been wearing a very fashionable winter white this past week. Just when I believed she couldn’t get more beautiful, I’m proven wrong.
A Carolina wren has joined my flock of songbirds. Typically a migratory bird, he should be in sunny Florida by now. I’m guessing the suet on the Concord River is just too good to give up, despite the snow and cold.
I also have a white-throated sparrow. Along with the wren and my ducks, he should be sunning himself on some beach but has chosen to spend the winter months with me. A high-pitched trill of “Old-Sam-Peabody-Peabody,” the white-throated has one of the sweetest calls in nature. http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/white-throated_sparrow/sounds
I’m really enjoying the tripod Chris gave me for my birthday. Not only can I shoot shake free photos, but getting a shot of a nuthatch’s tongue is as easy as pie.
I hadn’t realized just how long my driveway is until it snowed. Man, the snow was heavy and there was massive amounts of it! Thank-you Bob and Jill for the second-hand snow blower. It still took me over three hours to clear the drive, mail-box, and fortress wall the plow created, however, I would be in traction right now if I had had to use a shovel. Oh yes, what was Chris doing while I toiled outside?
I’ll end this post by giving an official nod to winter. She came in on a mild December breeze. Blessed solstice to all. :}