The weather forecasters got this one right: a little snow followed by ice. In southern Connecticut, we went to bed with snow falling and woke up to everything covered in a sheath of ice. Photo opps abound! Send your best shots to firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll share them on this site.
Here’s the final ice shot from my walk on the frozen pond the other day. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have some snowy bird photos to share.
With a winter storm expected to hit New England this evening, here is another ice shot from my walk on the frozen pond the other day. I’ll post one more later tonight. Be safe and enjoy the snow tonight!
The walk yielded no birds except for a raven making strange noises overhead. No matter, the ice kept me busy.
The following photos were taken at the beaver pond (what I like to refer as Little Merganser Lake) at Lake Waubeeka in Danbury, Connecticut. We’ve had cold Continue reading
Scenes like this are quickly fading as winter starts to creep into New England. These coneflowers have lingered into late fall because I purchased them at a box hardware store on clearance a few weeks ago. I’m hoping the flowers return next year, but until then I’m enjoying their later-than-usual blooms. The birds are, too, of course.
Andrew, my 14-year-old going on 21, and I took a walk in the woods together this evening. These walks don’t happen as often as they used to or as much as I’d like, so I was more than happy when he said ‘yes,’ when I asked if he’d like to come along.
The trail behind my house is covered in snow, but it’s been walked on and packed down so it’s not much different than walking on dirt or on a sidewalk. But, as my walks with Andrew almost always go, we veered off the path to check out one thing or another. As we ventured away from the path, the snow at spots was still a foot or more deep. A foot or deeper on March 19, two days away from the official start of Continue reading
Erie, Pennsylvania was socked with a five-foot snowfall that started on Christmas and stopped two days later. A few days after that another foot fell. I saw the national news accounts of the historic snow, but I was also lucky enough to witness it myself.
I grew up just outside of Erie and I still have family there, so this great city is my annual post-Christmas destination. A foreboding forecast didn’t dampen my desire to get “home” for Christmas and to have my boys see their uncles and grandfather. Besides, the snow was forecasted to be centralized right in Erie. True to the weatherman’s word, the first 19/20th of the seven-hour trip was a piece of cake. Half an hour south of Erie the sun was shining and grass blades stuck out through the meager snowfall amount.
For those not familiar with Erie, it is on the shore of Lake Erie. Just like Buffalo, Erie often gets pummeled by lake-effect snow. So as I got closer to the lake, the snow started coming down and it barely stopped the entire time I was there — which, by the way, was supposed to be three days but turned out being six because of the snow.
While I didn’t venture far from my brother’s house, my brother and I did take a short walk to a small park in his neighborhood. Notice I said “short” walk, not quick walk. We covered only about a mile, but trudging through thigh-high snow with no snowshoes proved to be quite a workout.
I didn’t get any bird photos, but did manage to snap a few keepers. So, here’s what five, no six, feet of snow looks like. More photos coming in the coming days, too.
Anyone want to catch a baseball game? These are bleachers at a youth baseball field.
Here’s the fence in foul territory along the first-base line.
I’ll end with a bird-related photo …