And Other Bad Words
We’ve acquired a new resident in our local lake.
I didn’t know that river otters are native to our area, but they are. They were hunted for fur and became rare – but not extinct. Now they’re coming back.
Winter seems like an odd time to move in. The lake is busy freezing over.
Ah well, I welcome our strange new neighbor anyway.
A few photos over the last couple of days.
Our local library sponsored a guided bird-watching walk through the cemetery across the street. Most people brought binoculars. I brought my camera and a zoom lens. Here are the highlights:
Beta made a child-appropriate educational video as part of her senior project. She did a great job. Enjoy!
The forecast was for “a coating to an inch of snow, over by morning.”
That… isn’t what happened.
This sassy little chipmunk likes to sit on our fence and chirp at the world. Here he is in the middle of one of his rants.
Make sure you turn up your volume to hear the barrage of chirps.
Mama Woodchuck is not up to having guests at her family’s garden party…
The reason that ill-tempered Canadians don’t exist is that when a Canadian becomes mean they are magically transformed into a Canada goose, and flap off to find a flock.
Ah, winter in New England. Go home, winter, you’re already drunk and it’s barely December.
Last week we had a snowstorm and we were home-bound for three days. School was cancelled on Monday and Tuesday. I worked from home both days and slowly dug out in the afternoons.
A week later, temperatures reached 60° F. I was walking around in shorts and flip-flops. (I might be weird, but you have to admit that it wasn’t weather-inappropriate.) The clouds dropped two inches of water on us. With nowhere for the water to go, there are puddles and ponds everywhere.
Last night, the temperature rapidly dropped, the rain turned to snow, and we got a couple or more inches. At least the end of the day cleared up with some sun. The snowmelt, which became treacherous as night fell, was downright beautiful for a while.
Tonight, as I left the house to take the dog for an icy, slippery walk, I saw signs that we had some visitors during the day. A hawk snatched a meal from our front yard. Meghan left our Thanksgiving bundle of corn out for the birds and squirrels; it seems that we’re feeding the whole neighborhood instead.
By this weekend we’re expecting to be back in the 50s with more rain. The rollercoaster that is our local weather continues. Whee!