Awakening to a snow filled landscape and bitter temperatures, one would think the birds would be hunkered down. To keep us guessing though, the birds were overly busy at the feeders moving to keep warm.
Finally well on the road of recovery from my surgery in January, a visit to the barn and the ponies was well overdue. Grabbing my favorite girl Remy, off we went for a ride in the snow. She was excited to be out smelling the freshly fallen snow.
The air was brisk, the sky blue and bright. The snow glistened like diamonds. Walking in the field we headed off towards the woods. Before I knew it, a flush and a flutter happened beside us. (Yeah Remy for not jumping!)
Two flocks of some special birds to me rushed away from us. I always feel privileged to find birds that are less common than a ‘feeder’…
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