Birch.
Awoke to a snowy landscape. Maybe two-three inches on the ground, and wet snow descending pretty steadily. Temperature: 32 degrees (F).
After a couple hours of my typical morning routine, the snow had not let up, and I decided to take Jack up to Beech Hill for an early hike. We were the first there. The snow got a little heavier—and was wind-blown toward the summit (coming from the southwest, seemed like). Stung my eyes on our descent. No bird species seen or heard, although I’m not surprised: only three species on my list for the whole snowy day.
The roads were slippery as hell, frankly, four-wheel drive be damned. Avoided a couple mishaps. Did a couple errands. Returned to polish off some desk work.
And here it is tonight—and still snowing. There’s a foot on the ground, at least. Winter at last.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 10 a.m., I hiked the open trail.
No birds seen or heard on the hill today.
Elsewhere
1. American Goldfinch
2. Herring Gull
3. Downy Woodpecker (v)
v = Voice only
