Wednesday, 8:30 AM. 17 degrees, wind WSW, light. Skies mostly overcast, a few snowflakes drifting down. The barometer predicts cloudy weather.It was pretty chilly walking the dog.
The chickadees are the only birds at the feeders at present. They are among my favorite creatures…lively, inquisitive, self-confident…little fluffy bundles of life. Such enthusiasm for living has to embody what we would call a soul. Maybe it is transitory, or resides within the species itself, but one just has to believe it is there and that it is vital. Humans should do as well.
The channel is in the lee of the westerly wind this cold morning and it looks as though it is starting to congeal, but it will be another two months before there is an ice road across it.
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