It started sometime after four this morning. It's now nearly eight, and we have three or four inches of snow--with more to come. It may turn to rain this afternoon, but expected to be really cold, well below freezing, tonight. I am staying home.
The ducks flying through the snowflakes like fighter pilots. The heron lumbers through the air, circles, disappears in a flurry of distant flakes.
The snow is collecting against the door and on the deck railing. I cleared the bowl of birdseed once already, but it's already covered again. At least they have the hanging feeder which has a roof to keep seed and birds dry.
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