Overnight, we received a fresh batch of snow. Now we seem guaranteed a White Christmas, (which is the norm here in upstate New York -- unlike where I grew up in southeastern Pennsylvania, where I remember many a brown December and January.)
The flakes were still coming down at a good clip in the morning. They were fine, but light – around eight inches’ worth.
Just the other day we put the suet feeder out on the little balcony of our apartment.
That is apparently against The Rules here, but for sheer entertainment value, we can’t resist.
Sitting at breakfast at the old oak farm table, and watching the feeder through the big double window, is better than TV.
We call it “The Bird Channel.”
…while the Waitress prepared their table. (That’s my mom, playing in the snow!)
Despite the snow falling thickly, one bird after another came for a visit. When the snow eased up around lunchtime, there was not a bird to be seen. Maybe they were off somewhere digesting their greasy brunch.
Here’s a gallery of patrons at the Meadowbrook Café:
Those without reservations had to wait in line…
The Northern Juncos were first to arrive.
They seems a generally optimistic bird.
Then the woodpeckers – by the size of the beak, I would guess this is a female Hairy Woodpecker.
I like how they use their tail to brace themselves.
A single Black-capped Chickadee came for a drive-thru visit.
Then some Tufted Titmice had a turn at the suet bar.
Finally, we had a return visit from a Carolina Wren.
As she hopped around at different angles, you could admire her beautiful wood-grain feathers.
Compared to the smiling Junco, this chick looks positively pouty.
“Is that all there is?”