The big news, besides all the door-buster sales today, is that the river is really starting to ice over in spots. Here’s a view looking north toward the abandoned bridge abutments. You can see the falls once you round that bend up ahead. The ice is thin but stretches shore to shore. It’s nice and grey to match the sky we had this morning.
The hardy birds are built for this, however, and continue to go about their business, especially on the water, which stays a relatively-balmy 32°F no matter what crazy stunts the air pulls. Here’s a hooded merganser hen fishing amongst the mallards and ice floes in the mostly open water above the falls. You can just make out that her forehead is wet because she just pulled her head up from scouting for fish.
The bufflehead hen was in that same mix, and here she is right beside a mallard hen to give you some idea of her size.
Finally, not all the ice was grey, and here’s an oak leaf frozen into some intricately crystalized black river ice.