I totally couldn’t believe it it when I got up in the middle of a day-long snowstorm today. I know — historically — we have had snow as late as June, but not recently. We had a doozy of a blizzard on April 1st in the 1990s. That was in Boston. We also have had snow as early as September and less rarely, in October. This is the latest real snow I’ve seen since I moved here in 1987.
The birds were lively and hungry. And puzzled. They don’t watch weather reports or read the calendar. They just do their best to survive — something that gets harder each year as we cut down forests and woods and build roads, malls, and condos. Fifty billion birds dead over 50 years. Fifty BILLION.
That’s why I feed them. Maybe I can save a few.