Pretty amazing, eh? May 11 no less.
We’ve already lost one bird. A little pine siskin. He hit the window and I found him on the snow under the finch feeder out front. Still breathing, bleeding eye. I brought him in and tried to warm him up, but it was too late. Heartbreaking. Nature, I know. But no less sad when it happens.
We’ve had several birds of various species (white crowned sparrow, gray-headed junco, mountain chickadee) hit the windows all morning. Going after bugs? Not sure what bugs are flying right now as it is STILL snowing. There must be at least two feet on the ground right now and more falling as I write. See the birdbath in the front yard!
I dug out the snow pants and coat that I had erringly packed away already, and braved the two feet to feed our winged friends out front. I think they’re grateful, though that might be a mite bit anthropomorphic I suspect. Continuing on with that theme, I suspect the poor robins are a bit desperate. At least there is a patch of grass near the house that I’m seeing them scrabble around in. Not sure how many hummingbirds will survive this. They showed up about a week early this year. Usually they arrive this weekend. But this year they were zipping and diving on us as we left for dance class last Monday. I guess they shouldn’t have arrived early, eh? Man I bet they’re bummed. I just hope they make it. I’ve already had to unfreeze the feeders once this morning. I’ll go check them again shortly. I just don’t think they’re little bodies are meant for two feet of snow. I’m not seeing the numbers I saw earlier this week.
So that’s it from the land of ice, wind and unending snow….where the men are hardy, the women are drinking triple shot 1/2 caffe dark chocolate mochas with whip by the gallon and the children and dogs are going bananas stuck in the house again. (I’ve relented and let them play soccer in the living room. Dangerous? You have no idea.)