For the second time in four days we had to dig out. This second doozy of a storm dropped another 12 inches. The white stuff is beginning to pile up – and it’s not officially winter.
This is the view out the French doors. Somewhere out there are my raised beds and a frozen pond.
The tracks of a snowshoe hare who meandered across the porch.
This little dark-eyed junco braved the driving snow for a visit to the feeder. With a morning temp of -11 yesterday morning, the birds need the sustenance.
The mourning doves were all puffed up, doing their best to stay warm.
This sparrow is a new comer to the feeder. Does anyone know what type of sparrow he is?
Even our resident squirrel stopped by for a meal.
Then came the digging out. I think Hannah’s ear buds froze into her ears.
Paul’s new-fangled mailbox setup has now survived two storms stood worth of the town snow plow.
Let it snow!
Very pretty…but too much too soon! We have the same visitors at our feeder in southern CT but we only have about 6 inches of snow on the ground. I do love Maine in the winter though…a beautiful state!
I miss winters like this. Seems that there is less and less snow every year. I’ve been following your posts for a while but this is my first comment. Your sparrow looks like a female house sparrow. The males have a black throat. Be well.
Beautiful, but a LOT of work!