Well, it finally happened. All the correct weather trends needed to bring a significant snowfall to our area developed yesterday: a strong storm from the south moving up the coast, falling temperatures, moist air. This morning there’s 6 to 7 inches of snow on the ground, the most we’ve had in a few years.
Ellen is home, as are most school persons in the area, on a “snow day.” I used to enjoy that feeling of getting a weather holiday, and I do enjoy seeing the snow, but in many ways I don’t have much to enjoy about snow days other than the visuals. I still have plenty of work to do, and as long as the power doesn’t go out, will do it. I went out to shovel the front walk, and started working on the driveway when I felt a sudden ominous pain in my lower back, right where I had a herniated disk a few years ago, so that put an end to that. Fortunately the snow isn’t too deep to drive through, so that’s what we’ll have to do, and hope the drive doesn’t get too icy or rutted before it all melts. Ellen is going out this afternoon to try to clear away piled snow from the plows at the end of the driveway, and otherwise we should do okay.
She’ll also fill the tube feeder shown above for me. I’d stopped filling the hopper feeder out front this week because a large and ravenous horde of blackbirds has been emptying it in a few hours, and I’m tired of supporting hundreds of blackbirds (mostly Red-Wing Blackbirds and Common Grackles). They form these roving flocks every winter, no doubt with the philosophy of “safety in numbers,” then disperse to their breeding territories as spring arrives. Above is just a small fraction of the flock. They’re very wary, and usually spot me at the window with the camera when I try to get a picture. This morning I did fill the hopper feeder for them, as I know the snow makes it a lot harder for them to find food.
Snow day. Bah.