Wind chill.

It began with the early sound of snow plows roaring down Route 1. Huh? Were we supposed to get snow.

We got enough to plow, is all, really, but, man, was it cold out there. And, seemingly, getting colder. And even windier than cold.

Quick hike with Jack today, up where the winds were howling. What am I made of that causes me to want to climb that hill no matter that the temperature chills my fingers and hands (which I pull up into my sleeves rather than pull gloves on ’em)? I expected no birds up there at all—but in fact, I saw a little warbler. And I heard a flicker.

And I met a fellow-by-god hiker back at the parking lot.

Brrr.

Beech Hill List
Beginning at 12:15 p.m., I hiked the open trail.

1. Yellow-rumped Warbler
2. Northern Flicker (v)

Elsewhere

3. American Crow
4. Herring Gull

v = Voice only