Snow dog.
Another blizzard blew through today—nowhere near the snowfall as last weekend, but winds at least as high. Higher, if my own observation is any indication. Stayed inside for most of it, revising. Finally bundled up and headed out with Jack.
The wind at the summit of Beech Hill was wild. Great, long periods of steady, roaring blow—45 or 50 miles an hour or more. With temperatures about 20 degrees (F), that made things nippy. And Jack absolutely loved it in the wind. It made him want to run and jump and nip at my wrists and elbows. Crazy dog.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 4 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. Black-capped chickadee (v)
Elsewhere
2. American crow (v)
v = Voice only
