The snow gun is blowing out there. We just got our first hit of nearly a foot of fluffy, dry snow. Friday afternoon, overnight, off and on Saturday, Sunday morning, in a steady shift from dry snow to wet snow. During any quiet period, the birds are crowding the feeders looking for a bite. Sparrows, juncos, cardinals, and a gang of starlings that blew through and left.
Dry snow might blow more, but it’s so much easier to move around, and it makes the prettiest shapes.
I like the high-browed heaps not just on the compost tumblers, but on top, and inside the feeders, though I feel bad for the birds trying to get the seed out.
I like the scallops going up the steps.
Mostly I like sitting inside and watching it come down, because when it stops, it’s time to shovel again.
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