We have snow. A lot of it. Everything is closed. The Seattle Airport is closed. Local schools and universities are closed. The temperature outside our house is 18 F. There is freezing rain falling on the roads south of here, but fortunately, though there is ice everywhere, here we have no precipitation just now. Jerry and I have not been able to take our walk for 2 days. We don’t want to risk falling.
At first when the snow begins to outline every tree and roof people flock outside with cameras. A major snowstorm in this part of the world is enough of a rarity to make an event that transforms the world we know. Every year I take pictures and then I look at last years pictures of the annual snow event and they look the same.
I worry about the birds. They are so little, and they need to eat constantly. I am putting out about 4 times as much seed and suet as I ordinarily do.
Instead of streamlined flying creatures they look like puffed out balls of feathers, trapping insulating air close to their bodies.
I dislike starlings, but I can’t help feeling sorry for them as they camp out in the feeder looking cold and disconsolate.
Starlings are quarrelsome birds, but the cold saps some of their fighting energy, and they may share the little bit of shelter.
The bird life brightens the monotony of the black and white winter scene. When the flickers fly there is a flash of orange from their bright underwing feathers. The brilliant scarlet of the pileated woodpecker’s head always makes me grab my camera. Sometimes I get a good shot.
It’s time to struggle into my boots and replenish the feeders. The birds are hungry. Their little lives are precarious in this bitter cold.