Snow and Birds

I have turned into a snowbird that didn't go south.

The Eastern sky this morning has been alight with a broad spectrum of winter pastels spread across a blue background. Coffee is enhancing the experience.

Snow is still melting.

Through the week...

Last Tuesday I found where some of the dump trucks unloaded snow. Note basketball backboards.

Wednesday the back of Marge's showed considerable melting in the rain. The mists that rose from the warm rain on the frigid snowdrifts grew to a regional fog hazard.
And, I could see the fish pond surface was melted from an upstairs window.

Friday morning saw a new inch of snow on top of it all. Temps rose and soon cleared it as well as plenty more of the sodden mess underneath. The new layer disguised the dirty, salted roadway snowbanks. 

The neighbor has resumed walking his dog around the back in the early mornings. I haven't seen the cat with him, though. She must be avoiding the snowy, wet world.

The high temps allowed me to right the outdoor pathway solar lights that had all frozen into forlorn, skewed positions. Today I'll be able to refresh the bird seed out there.

Early one of the snow mornings while rushing for the school bus, Aidan grabbed a quick picture from a dining room window of the sunrise across the road.

It looks like the woods are on fire he texted.

We must have been in tune.

Marge's back yard view.

You've seen photos Carol and Janie have been sending from Tucson of sunrises and sunsets and storm clouds that stir something deep inside me. Here's another...

Carol sent.

And, I grabbed these from a forwarded email that Terry in Oregon made during her adventures...

Thinking it over, I guess it's OK for me to be a northern snowbird. If Tiger Tomcat Toby can morph into a dog, I can be what I want, too.