This morning: 3 degrees. Two great horned owls were softly duetting just outside the window where I was sitting at 4. Forecast is for an ice storm tomorrow.
New Year’s day. We woke to 6 below zero and frost on the windows.
Yesterday took a drive to see the eagles on the ice in the river, but they have moved to the south where there is more open water with less ice. Fast, this cold, it was only a few days ago Dennis saw dozens of eagles.
But we did see hundreds of snow geese sheltering by a bank away from the wind up at Riverlands. Here they look like white specs against the bank.
We went to the park this morning to see what we could see and saw an eagle. I have heard from 2 friends of recent eagle sightings in the park, a pair of them, but today we saw just one:
We also saw what I think was a mink running across the snow to the water, but the woman who got his picture thinks he was an otter. It would be wonderful to have an otter in the park! And he was carrying a large pout, a type of catfish. We also met a man and his dogs, the dogs have been responsible for chasing the geese off the golf course for the past 16 years. Before that, they used to catch the geese in huge nets and kill them, but the public outcry was so vociferous that they relented and started using the dogs.
The river is freezing, now that our 60 and 70-degree days have passed on at least for awhile.
The robins were chirping at 4 AM today, like they do in the springtime. The weather has been so warm I imagine it is confusing them as to the season. Highs near 60 are forecast through the week- the week before Christmas! We will make sure we have plenty of food out for our feathered friends when it drops off cold over the weekend. I miss winter. But be careful what you wish for-
Mary Isabelle with blooming witch-hazel (Hamamelis virginiana)
This pond which usually has water in it for birds is totally dry- Has been a very dry fall this year
Ripe persimmons (Diospyros virginiana)
Kentucky coffeetree (Gymnocladus dioicus)
Love on the Rocks (we came upon this on the banks of the Meramec)
Dennis and me
Bluebird feathers- looks like an unlucky bluebird was somebody’s breakfast