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.
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?
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.
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 :}