I woke today to a blanket of snow. The blue jays fight madly over the last peanuts in the feeder. Mourning doves hover nearby in the trees, much like dead leaves they sit on branches mourning summer. Hopeful of a feed on the deck, they cluster waiting until the cat goes back into the house. Chickadees continue to feed.
The sound of dripping snow water punctuates the sounds of traffic, much louder without the forest's leaves blanketing its sound.
The mergansers are down in the lake, still fishing in colder and colder water. I wonder when they will head south?
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