Buffleheads bouncing up and down in the ice-cold
lake.
I never saw you before.
What a treat!
Nature and Birds in Southern Ontario, Canada
Buffleheads bouncing up and down in the ice-cold
lake.
I never saw you before.
What a treat!
Sugar on the trees.
I search for spring in the wind.
It is not here yet.
A thin layer of ice covered Beaver Dams pond.
It looked like a giant creme brulee.
Oh beautiful blanketing snow, that coats the trees and leaves everything white!
I see you as a farewell postcard from winter and I know that you will quickly melt away; as the sun is stronger now and the frogs are singing in the woods and the robins, that went away, have returned.
Two beautiful swans were gliding over the surface of a half-frozen lake.
Who says winter can’t be beautiful.
The snow moans and groans and complains when you walk on it.
My favourite kind of art, that really touches my heart, is bird feet in the snow.
As we drove along in the school bus, beside the snow-covered fields, just before dawn; I was delighted to see a beautiful fox, bounding across the snow.
I pointed him out to the children, who were thrilled to see a fox for the first time.
It gave me great hope for the future; that children were still more excited to see a beautiful wild animal, than anything on social media.
It was a frigid Canadian morning, as I walked from the park along the Welland River to the bakery.
All of a sudden, I heard the familiar twittering of a robin. I looked to find him in a tree with shriveled-up crabapples, hoping to find lunch.
On my return walk; after purchasing strudel and a walnut roll; I saw a whole flock of them flying from one tree to the next.
December was so mild; but I bet they are regretting their decision to stay now. I don’t think it is an early return, as it surely doesn’t feel like spring.
I started my day with the news and thought how awful the world was; and then I went outside and saw the fluffy snow gently falling from the trees, the bright sunshine and the peacock blue sky.
I went inside my mother’s house and saw the chickadee busily darting back and forth from the evergreen tree to the freshly filled feeder. His attitude and behaviour made me happy and I thought how fearless and bright he made me feel.
A curious squirrel, in his winter sweater, with snow on his nose; hoping to catch a falling seed from the birds; peered in the living room window.
Note to self: turn away from the world of man and turn towards nature and then I will see a perfect winter day with all its beauty.