Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Terrific Hieroglyphic





It's cold out, the snow still falling, but Cardinals brighten even the grayest days.





Through the trees, as far as the opposite goal post,

their neon color catches our attention.




The female waits for spring when, instead of chasing them away,

the males will be offering little gifts of food.




What do the birds mean, 

with their hieroglyphics in the snow?




This one, at least, we know.




Linking with Wild Bird Wednesday

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Snow!








Now that it's finally spring, the snow that held back all winter fell Thursday afternoon,

texturing everything with a swirling annimation of large flakes.  

We woke Friday morning to a new vista, pristine and white.





























Barley, though eager for his walk, was content to wait while I took a few pictures. 





 Snow whitewashed the tree trunks...





capped the fence posts...






and bowed the limbs to form a canopy over our path through the woods.





At the pond, all was quiet...






















 and on the hillside...































there was one very happy dog.






Saturday, February 5, 2011

Snow Dog 2

Fresh snow covered the ground when we got up this morning, and by about an hour after daylight, it had piled up to a respectable 6", enough to make a snow dog happy.  While Don and I shoveled snow, Barley played chicken with the shovels, then settled down in the middle of the area we were working on to supervise.


That finished, we took a walk, and Barley's joy let loose, as he did wheelies in the snow.






Friday, January 21, 2011

Snow Dog




A light snow covered the ground yesterday when we got up, and it continued all morning. I stayed in the house, working and watching the birds, and probably would have been content to do so all day had it not been for Barley's sad eyes, silently beseeching me to go for a walk.  

By mid afternoon, the snow had stopped and I bundled up and headed outside with Barley, who ran circles in the snow and cavorted like a puppy, before joining me on the path to the hollow.  




It's easy to think we have these trails to ourselves, since all the animals usually scatter before we approach, but one walk in the snow dispels that notion.  On such days, Barley's nose is constantly following tracks.  Deer had been this way, squirrel tracks wound through the woods, and wild birds had left their footprints in abundance.  

With snow weighing down my boots, our trek took longer than usual.  On the way back, the wind had picked up, and the sun peeked out of the clouds briefly, lighting the blowing snow with a blizzard of sparkles. 




From inside the windows, I would have missed the magic, the exhilaration of the sharp cold air, the squeak of soft snow underfoot, and the pure joy of one dog. 

What was I thinking?