… of the river.
Winter has finally come to my small corner of the Concord River.
Our first snowfall didn’t bring the right type of snow for a snowdog, or snowman, or even a snowgnome, but it did bring a pristine white covering, topped with rain that quickly froze into a candy coating of ice.
Like the biblical loaves of bread, my small flock of about a dozen ducks has increased in number. About thirty arrived ahead of our first snowfall and mixed peacefully with the original stragglers, including Franny, the tail-less hen, and a drake (I guess I’ll call him Stumpy) who lost his foot along the way.
The feeders are busy. I’ve added a few extra suet and tube feeders to accommodate the extra beaks that come for their daily sustenance.
A few days before the snow flew I received a visit from an unexpected guest–a female Baltimore oriole. She should have been long gone to the South America and I’m sure, since it was a female, she would have stopped and asked for directions if she was lost, so the only reason I can offer for why she was running late is that she missed her wake-up call.
Life pretty much flows along, just like the river. At times smooth, other times choppy as all get out. I’ll leave you with my newest home movie and a wish for a healthy, happy, and blessed 2016. Blessed be :}