I was all caught up on my schoolwork, so I ventured into the park while the snow was still coming down today, and I figured that the worst that could happen would be for me to get a little extra workout. Instead, what an absolutely marvelous audiovisual treat it was.
The thick blanked of fluffy new snow really deadens sound, so the river trail was spectacularly quite, and there were parts that appeared not to have felt even the slightest breeze, so that even the tiniest branches were stacked wonderfully high with snow.
One happy new sighting on the lower river was at least four female goldeneyes. Perhaps that’s what our heroine has been waiting for all this time.
Above the falls, I was surprised to find that everyone was gone except for the intrepid pair of half-pint buffleheads, who were busy going about their foraging for snails on the river bottom, as usual.
Further north, I was once again greeted by the cheerful chirp of a woodpecker, and it took me forever to find her. It turns out that she was right over my head, and she might even be the same downy woodpecker we saw yesterday in nearly the same spot.
Just beyond that, there was quite a ruckus in the tree tops, and this time it was grey squirrels, at least 5 of them, not a half-dozen starlings raiding a drey, and they were chasing each other around the tree trunks like crazy. Here are two of the culprits. I wonder what they were tussling over on such a peaceful day.
Finally, beside the pond, I found most of the regulars making the best of it.
It appears that getting a beak full of snow is a common thing when the conditions are right.