The slate colored juncos have returned in great numbers, feeding on the crumbs of old duck food outside of the coop, flashing the outer white feathers of their tails as they fly away at my approach.
The flickers have made their winter nests under the eaves of the barns.
Song sparrows are having a field day in the rye grass.
Goldfinches have lost their summer yellow and are perched on the dead sunflowers.
For some reason the bluebirds are still hanging around. There were four in the spring. Now there are eight.
The Steller’s jays are harvesting the last of our filberts. One sits in the myrtle and gives me grief.
We are fogged in today and the dew is thick. Our ducks remember that slugs are good-eating.
Soon the towhees will come out of the woods across the street and forage under the dead leaves in our yard.
And we will not see the sun for three months.
3 comments:
Nice photos. Does it get depressing not to see the sun?
Does it get depressing not to see the sun?
God yes. About mid-February it shows up for about 10 days and then retreats for another two months. Much of this area is considered a temperate rain forest. On the other hand, the summers are extremely dry with nearly 0% humidity.
Meh, the sun is overrated... But then, that's probably easy to say in a city (Denver) that's sunny 70% of the time.
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