Ten to 12 inches of the fluffy stuff, falling at a rate of one to two inches per hour. Yesterday, I filled the bird feeders and gave the ducks a double helping of corn to help get them through today’s blizzard. It’s weather like this that makes me rethink my plan to come back in my next life as a bird.

Snowy duck!

Songbirds, like the Black-capped Chickadee, need to eat enough Calories everyday to stay alive throughout the night. To conserve energy, they’re able to drop their body temperature and go into a mild state of hybernation. However, this tactic, reserved for nights of extreme cold, can’t always save a bird. The death-toll for songbirds this winter is much higher than past winters. What happened to global warming?

It’s not easy being a Chickadee!

Today’s storm brought in two Trumpeter Swans. The falling snow gave them an ethereal appearance. Since swans symbolize love, perhaps today’s the day Prince Charming arrives. Maybe I should shave my legs just in case.

Ghosts of the river!

If I didn’t have to go to work, I would enjoy watching the snow falling on my river. I might bake some bread, sit at my easel and paint, or just curl-up with a book. However, finances dictate that I clean-off my car, clear the driveway, and serve the public. It’s all good.

Blessed be :}