We’re getting desperate here. Our winter just seems to be dragging on. Usually by the end of March there are enough warm days to give one hope for spring. Not this year. It starts playing with your brain. I’m hearing hungry wolves howling at night.
Lise decided it was springtime and we should grill dinner. So last night I fired up the grill inside the garage and grilled some chops. Snowflakes were coming down. I drew the line with eating outside. The wolves might make a move for the pork chops.
Garage grilling. The white smears are snow flakes. The person with the apron is a different kind of flake.
Today was sunny, beautiful, and 19 degrees Fahrenheit. I tried to do some ice and water pictures along the Red Cedar but it didn’t work out too well. The river is in a flood stage. I broke through the ice a couple times so decided that with discretion being the better part of valor I’d try something else. Like drinking a glass of warm sake with my feet propped up. According to Roger’s explorers’ blog (http://www.newworldexploration.com/) I should add some lime juice to prevent scurvy. Works for me. No scurvy so far.
Ferguson Park, on the Red Cedar about a block from our house.
Not exactly ADA approved handicap parking.
A water park for our feathered friends.
Ice on water.
Ice on water.
We did get in some birding the past few days. On Friday we chased a greater white-fronted goose down at Kensington Metro Park. Didn’t see the goose but we both got hooded merganser, gadwall, pied-billed grebe, and American widgeon. I also got red-winged blackbird which Lise got down in Indiana. Then yesterday I saw a cedar waxwing, eating berries in a tree at the health club. Eye level and a great view. We both have 74 species for the year so far.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 