There was an unexpected veil of snow settled on everything yesterday (I wasn’t expecting it).
It was warm, too, and that kind of snow that falls in huge, feathery flakes gets heavy. Awful to drive in. It’s very hard on my bird protection
Surprise, no birds are outside! I have to untether the netting when it snows like this and drop it down inside the fence. I’ve learned to tie quick release knots, so it’s not much slower than walking around the garden. Then I hoist it back up when it melts.
A very small rabbit has been passing the deck. Recently; the snow is already filling its tracks. That’s nice. There’s one large rabbit around, but it’s nice to know there’s a new generation.
The blue jays have resorted to the suet. I can tell they don’t like it that it spins around when they get on. The birds have a bit of a harder time in the “deep” (deep for them) snow. The grosbeaks are still here in huge numbers, in the morning.
Yesterday we had a beautiful snow.The kind where the flakes pile up in delicate balance like they’re weightless.Right this minute, it’s snowing and raining at the same time. Ugly! It’s “supposed” to just rain, and wash away all this snow, but instead, it’s precipitating slush.Inside, it’s tropical, the little birds are growing up, four Silkie hens are insisting that they are broody, and I’m insisting that they’re not allowed to be. Everyone needs some entertainment, so I have to get in there and build and shuffle stuff. Another Silkie cross. Hair that won’t lie down, hobbit feet – a bad break when you’re a teenager. They are quite unfortunate looking when they’re in the middle stages, but they turn out quite handsomely, depending on who they’re crossed with. I have three crosses now.
Times like this I love that we don’t have power to go out, because it surely would. We’re getting a storm more appropriate to January, not March. After a month of no snow, lots of sun, and temps so warm I was able to feed my bees (so glad of that now), wham! Dumping snow, howling winds.
Sticky snow, that looks so cool stuck on the windward side of everything. The house is being battered by wind, but really, sound is dampened by the think blanket of snow on all the trees.
And in the peaceful woods, there’s a chickadee bopping around. It popped out of one of the laden spruces, which strikes me as an excellent choice of hideout:And in the middle of it, some birds still avidly feeding. From bed we watch the horizontal snow, and birds riding it out on the waving branches, beaks into the wind.
Getting a load of this snow today. The Christmas card variety, that makes everything look good.Even a pallet. It’s very cozy in the greenhouse right now, banked up like this.The hens always come for sno-cone time. They love snow and ice. I can only assume it’s the texture and variety, the same reasons we like ice cream. My bees. I don’t know if they’ll make it. I lost my original hive, the big hive, at the end of summer, and this is the new hive, the late summer arrivals. Stronger stock, but will they be infected by what killed my other hive? Fingers crossed for the winter. So far, they are still humming in there.I love seeing the little bird hops through the snow. The little birds are so familiar, hopping along our paths, the deck, so close when we’re not there to see them. Here one went up to the door and along, behind the shovel…Some birds can only side by side hop – both legs doing the same thing at the same time. There’s so much going on in the brain to enable one-leg-at-a-time walking, like we know walking (balance, coordination, shifting), that birds capable of striding instead of hopping are considered to have greater intellects. There’re ravens and crows, birds of prey and pigeons, that walk, well known for their big brains, and… ahem, chickens! Not usually cited among the mental giants, but they are definitely one leg at a time walkers. The perching rooster was tightrope walking the guinea swing today. Not quite Philippe Petit, but impressive (Hmm, I think he just got his name).Very few birds at the trough today. Just chickadees and juncos today. The ground seeds were getting covered up quickly and I was re-casting, so it will be a big feast when it all melts. I love capturing transitions. The juncos are camera shy.Hey, deep snow!
Last evening was windy, and the guineas were twitchy, and several of them escaped. They flew up into the mesh and scrambled against it to find a gap and then got out. I was watching them, and I didn’t think they could get out, right up until they did. Then it was a long round of persuading them back into the area of the opening in the fence (they wanted to go back in), until they darted back in one by one.
The only keet is now at that stage where they think they’re all grown up and are paling around with the big birds, but they are still little. So the keet was out with the other escapees, but instead of staying with them, it ran straight into the big brush pile, waited for the coast to clear (of us), and then peeped a little, calling out for the others, and then sprinted back out to rejoin them.
After a long patient wait, finally all the birds were back enclosed. Until an hour later, just before dark, when I went in the yard to close the greenhouse door, disturbed them, and three guineas escaped again! And the keet. Good grief.
This time I propped the fence open, waited until I saw the keet make its run out of the brush pile to reunite with the others, and they were all milling around by the open gate. I left them to it, confident they were fine.
After dark I closed all the coops, and all the guineas were back in the greenhouse. No keet. You’re kidding me. I rarely do see the keet at night, it tucks itself away somewhere, so I told myself it may be in there but it’s hiding. Worst case scenario it didn’t find its way back in, it’s in the brush pile, but it will most likely be able to survive the night, since it’s got a full suit of feathers now.
The night started with hard blowing snow pellets and froze, with our first lasting accumulation of snow.
This morning I open up and feed the hens (the guineas are always already up and about), and there’s no keet. I look around the edges of the brush pile but see nothing. I hear nothing.
I’m sick about it.
I carry on taking care of the chickens, back and forth, and then I see what I’ve been hoping to – little bird prints walking out of the brush pile. I almost miss the little brown bird huddled, still, in one of my footprints.
It was on its way, struggling back to the greenhouse, but it did survive the night!
I shoved it in my shirt, hastened back to the house and transferred the patient to under HW’s shirt, and went back to work.
I came back in to find the chick bedded in a bowl, clearly labeled:)
Sleepy and not out of the woods, but will likely be fine.I put a towel over her later in case she got ideas about hopping out. And HW uncovered her later to peek. A transformation! Up pops the head. Yes, I am feeling better.Oh, maybe I still am a little sleepy.
A proper storm’s blowing up. The kind where snow swirls in the door when you open it and the wind is biting. Sleet is skittering on the steel roof and the white stuff is starting to accumulate.
The hens are conserving their energy. Only two eggs today – two! Today was a nice days, but obviously their inner barometers consider the future, and said to hold on to their egg energy.
We’re supposed to get 30-40cm (1ft), which will be cool in ways- it will be normal; feel like a proper Canadian winter. The winter so far has been weird as heck, with yoyo-ing temperatures, and not very much snow. It might be a snow day! It’s fun to be snowed in. It would be nice for the ground to get a blanket on it.
Not so cool – it’s bound to knock half the province out of power again and make it dangerous and miserable for anyone who can’t have a fun snow day. Plus it will be mad drifted with the wind.
We got snow today, and are now properly snowed in, which is the best.
We were both out in it for awhile too, as more than 15cm fell in a few hours, from 8ish to lunchtime. It was kind of fun to be out in, in a creeping along an un-plowed rural highway in a blowing whiteout through snow deep enough to rub the belly of the vehicle kind of way. Things that are funnest once you’ve made it home safe and warm. Then for extra fun the temperature suddenly rose to change all that snow to heavy snowball snow in the afternoon.