How’s that for a change in the weather? We broke records with temps in the 80s last week, but it was 32°F, with a wind chill of 22°F, and snowing enough to accumulate on the marsh marigolds this morning. Sheesh!
Nevertheless, the wood ducks, mallards, and one Canada goose gander went about their business on the pond, while the Canada goose dame kept her eggs warm on the island, …
the great horned owl on the river kept its back to the wind, …
and the male belted kingfisher looked as annoyed as ever.
The biggest change in behavior I noticed this morning was that the yellow-rumped warblers, who’ve been foraging in droves in the birch tree tops beside the pond, have all moved down to the edge of the river.
Just yesterday afternoon the turtles (a big red-eared slider and a little painted) were catching the last bit of sunshine on a log in the pond, …
the bunnies were out, …
and the yellow trout lilies were open.
T. S. Elliot didn’t write ‘April is the cruelest month’ for nothin’, right?
Signs of Life in Estabrook Park 