It's a bit of an everything day. We started with drifting clusters of snow, flakes as large as eyes. Then we had fine sleet tapping its fingers on the windows. Next spits of snow coming hard and now... now we have dollops of rain falling and sliding in rivulets down the panes. What's next? Could be anything!
But still, we have to feed the birds. Here are some of today's redpolls at the thistle seed feeder. And they do not notice the weather. They're just happy for a meal.
We have snow and more snow from another stormy Sunday in February. The power was off and now is on. The driveway way was clear but is no more; yet will be again.
The only constant are the redpolls and ducks, the chickadees and pheasants that show up to be fed. We feed them in the blizzard, in the dark and in the storms. We've perfected the art of throwing food out the windows when we can't get to them otherwise.
We can't stop feeding them just because it becomes a challenge.
