Whoever named it, Nemo that assaulted New England was no small fish. Allegedly, we got 26 inches in Boston, which was almost record breaking. Cambridge must have gotten more. The snow accumulation was pretty severe, we couldn’t even open the door until a kind neighbor dug our front door. (Who’s bright idea was it to have storm-doors that open outward?)
I only saw a couple of birds high up in the tree tops on Saturday (2/9/2013), but flocks of different feathers gathered in the backyard on Sunday as one of our neighbors threw them a big piece of bread in the snow. How do they ride through a storm of this magnitude, I’m just in awe, birds are amazing. Maybe I should have sculpted a snow bird as well as the squirrel.
Here are some photos of several different species of birds, somewhat peacefully co-feeding in the snow.
Of course, squirrels came to eat, too.
While putting together this post, a cardinal came by, singing a lovely song.
I’m so ready for spring! Aren’t you, too?