It’s hard not to feel sorry for the wild things that have to live through a winter hurricane. I’m not silly enough to try to gather them together to keep them warm and I realize that “wild” means dealing with the outdoors and whatever comes. Storms, fires, rain, hail — wild things have to find a way to cope or die.
Here are a couple of pictures Owen took of the many types of birds gathered on the deck. He went out and gave them extra food and today, cleaned off the deck so I can get to the feeders. Thank you Owen! The birds would thank you if they knew how.
Like usual, today dawned bright and blue and gorgeous. The day after a story is almost always like this. I think all that snow passing through the air effectively cleans it so for at least one day after each major storm, we have super clean air! It isn’t nearly as cold as it was yesterday, either, so maybe it will all melt before the week is over. We live in hope.