For those of you who have gone south, I have no envy.
Last Saturday morning this was the view from my back door, a measurable snowfall for the first time this season. Naturally I had to take a walk in it.
Old mister heron was in his favorite tree looking very cold, with one foot tucked up into his feathers. Of course I didn’t have my tripod, so this is the best I could do with photos of him. I was very surprised to see him in such cold weather.
This is one of the heron’s fishing holes. Not his favorite, but at least it wasn’t frozen over. I would think that frogs would be deep in the mud by now, so fish must be the only food that he gets from here.
This is the heron’s favorite place to fish but he probably won’t be fishing here again until March.
Native winterberry shrubs (Ilex verticillata)…
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