22 and clear at 7:30am. Yesterday was a pretty, sunny day after a few morning snow showers, although it barely got above freezing. The ground is frozen hard, for the first time this winter, I believe.
Still no snowbirds at our feeders this year, which seems so strange. But here's a small poem about the little junco
The Snow-Bird
by Frank Dempster Sherman (1860-1916)
When all the ground with snow is white,
The merry snow-bird comes,
And hops about with great delight
To find the scattered crumbs.
How glad he seems to get to eat
A piece of cake or bread!
He wears no shoes upon his feet,
Nor hat upon his head.
But happiest is he, I know,
Because no cage with bars
Keeps him from walking on the snow
And printing it with stars.
Today we have a big, heavy cabinet to move from our Marietta booth to home. We've given up one booth at Marietta and are emptying it out. This is the last big thing to move, and we've enlisted one of our sons to help. Wish us luck!
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Hooray for winter!!! -smile-
ReplyDeleteA worry, about the lack of birds, though...
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