The view from Kestrel Hill today is horizon-to-horizon snow. 18 inches on top of half a foot already on the ground — that’s a whole world of white.
We had a new roof installed last year, a metal roof. You’ll love it, the builder assured us, no maintenance and the snow just slides right off! And just as promised, for the several moderate snows we’ve had, the roof clears itself quite efficiently.
Well, this was the first heavy snowfall of the season. And it was impressive, all right: a full rolling broadside as the entire front thundered down. Maybe too impressive! The sleeping cat shot off my shoulder and into the basement. As for me, every time it happens I have to laugh, it’s so exhilarating.
One small problem. I hope no one’s standing on the stoop next time it cuts loose!
Is this the year our reprehensible shed will finally collapse? (One can only hope!)
Since I wasn’t going anywhere anyway, I worked at my Great Backyard Bird Count. I had lots of help:
Lots of couples out for lunch, including the Cardinals.
… and Purple Finches. You wouldn’t believe how many years it took me to tell them apart.
40 or more Robins in the sumac grove.
Two Song Sparrows have stuck it out all season. Angry Birds, anyone?
As well as two Carolina Wrens.
I don’t know how we’ll scale those mountains to keep the feeders full, but I’d hate to disappoint the patrons.