Contemplating the void.
Light rain-sleet-snow falling this morning. The result was about a quarter-inch a layer of slush on all flat surfaces. Temperatures two or three degrees above freezing. Did a bunch of work, had lunch with my friend Gus, then took Jack up to Beech Hill. En route we rose into the fog.
Drips.
The hill itself was covered with soft, heavy snow. The air above the snow was thick with water vapor. Heard chickadees, heard the chip of a yellow-rumped warbler, somehow spotted a flicker on the wing in the fog.
Tonight, about sundown, it began to rain—just straight rain. A couple hours after sundown, it began to pour, and I heard a long, loud clap of thunder.
I do love crazy weather.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 3:15 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. Black-capped Chickadee (v)
2. Yellow-rumped Warbler (v)
3. Northern Flicker*
Elsewhere
4. American Crow
5. Herring Gull
6. Rock Pigeon
7. American Robin
v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
Tags: American crow, American robin, black-capped chickadee, herring gull, northern flicker, rock pigeon, yellow-rumped warbler
