My bird feeder became even more popular than it already was. I caught this Chickadee hiding in the Lilac, waiting for me to leave so it could return to the feeder:
The cows, normally locked outside during the day, got to lounge indoors on hay. They were very happy about that:
Those weeds tall enough to poke up through the deep snow, seemed to be coated with crystal:
White twigs arched gracefully with their icy coats, while my electric fence signs still hung on the non-functioning fence (turned off until better weather):
There's normally a three foot drop beneath this door, but the snow piled up until it became difficult to open:
The Box Elder in the cow pasture fanned its icy branches to the sky:
It was a peaceful winter scene:
I could see the neighbors' two horses across the road. They didn't seem worried:
My neighbors were burning wood for heat, but their wood furnace required electricity, so they were just as dependent on power as I was:
But the storm was over, and we had all survived. Chores would be more difficult for a long time, but winter wouldn't last forever, and I found it an occasion for gratitude:
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.