We have been shoveled out for over a week, but I don't feel entirely free, since I can't easily walk where I want to. I haven't even had the dogs around the block but once--it's just too difficult with so many uncleared stretches of sidewalk. And, of course, I can't even get all the way to the little woods behind the house. (My attempt at quick-and-dirty snow shoes was not very successful.)
So my natural history observations these days are no farther from home than the backyard bird feeder, and--today--the driveway.
Actually I did get out into the backyard today--my only such foray this week. Stumping along through snow still knee-deep (after a week and more of settling and melting), I was struck by the intensity of blue sky, brightness of afternoon sun, and most of all by the singing of birds.
So my natural history observations these days are no farther from home than the backyard bird feeder, and--today--the driveway.
Actually I did get out into the backyard today--my only such foray this week. Stumping along through snow still knee-deep (after a week and more of settling and melting), I was struck by the intensity of blue sky, brightness of afternoon sun, and most of all by the singing of birds.
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