Nothing gets an avid snow-lover riled up like a fresh coat of light fluffy snow with the opportunity for freshies, and Monday night’s white deluge made me awaken with a smile. There will be the inevitable nay-sayers who say, “Nay, a deluge?! One to two inches is not a deluge!”. My reply is that this winter has changed my perspective about everything, and I will rejoice at the tiniest smattering of “the goods” upon the ground.
And there is good evidence to suggest that I am not the only one enjoying it: squirrels, undaunted by the thin layer, made radical tracks across any available surface, securing their bids for fresh pow-pow. The juncos and white-throated sparrows hopped amid death cookies along the pond edges while white-tailed deer moseyed through the frozen pond’s white room, their tracks marauding slowly like beginners on the bunny slope.
Speaking of bunnies, their loping tracks revealed their preference for the bushy runs, effectively partitioning the woodland environment with the tree-run-shredding raccoons.
And of course there are the aerial acrobatics of the chickadees and titmice. Each buoyant bounce from branch-to-branch flight belied a serious craving for the white stuff, and they seemed to take a special pleasure in the numerous face shots resulting from knocking the thin two-inch high coatings to smithereens upon landing.
The only ones left out of the powder party were the woodpeckers, who spent the morning banging away at the trees in pursuit of extreme vertical terrain, thanks to their zygodactyl toes.