Winter hath returneth, sing hey! nonny snow.
The bird activity at the feeders has been insane. We ran out of seed and dear husband John volunteered to stop by the Hampton Falls Agway for some more Dodge’s Supreme Blend wild bird seed.
Morning walk with the pup…
Yesterday it was supposed to rain but instead it snowed.
More birds come to our backyard and bird feeders when it’s snowing, what fun!
Red-breasted Nuthatch in rainy snow. We got another inch or so of white stuff yesterday.
Hard to get a photo of this zippy little bird, it never holds still.
An intense bundle of energy at your feeder, Red-breasted Nuthatches are tiny, active birds of north woods and western mountains.
I’m not sure if this bird is a winter visitor or resident. It likes suet, suet dough, peanuts, and some part of the bird seed mix I get from Agway. It’s quite small compared to the other birds.
Speaking of winter, Boston breaks seasonal snowfall record with 108.6 inches
Boston is an hour south. We have received around the same amount or more of snow this year, so maybe coastal New Hampshire has broken a record too? It’s been quite a winter, anyway. And I speak as someone who has been out in it every school day, early morning and afternoon, driving a school bus for fun and profit.
Four days till official spring. Vernal equinox is at 6:45 p.m. EDT on Friday, March 20.
Winter Storm Juno dumped 2 feet of snow on us. We are still digging out.
I kept the birds fed and watered all day and had LOTS of little feathered visitors. But what is more classic than a red cardinal in a white landscape?
Yeah.
And it snowed and it snowed yesterday.
I cleared railings and feeders every hour or two, fed the birds all day, and took a few pictures through glass too.
Flickr photo album: Winter Storm Iola and feeders
The Snow-Storm
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.
The steed and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind’s masonry
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer’s lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer’s sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structure, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind’s night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.
The opposite of camouflage. A classic winter scene with a pop of cardinal color.
CARDINAL RED #BD2031 Hex Color for the Web has the RGB values of 189, 32, 49 and the CMYK colour values of 0, 0.831, 0.741, 0.259.
Cardinal is a vivid red, which may get its name from the cassocks worn by Catholic cardinals (although the color worn by cardinals is actually scarlet), or from the bird of the same name.
The first recorded use of cardinal as a color name in English was in the year 1698.
Female cardinal is more subtle in her colors.
It snowed most of the day on Saturday and the birds visited the feeders in great, active numbers. Melted Sunday and we had fewer visitors. Or were they just harder to see?
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