winter ducks
Winter has grabbed on hold again with two icy hands to remind me it’s not gone yet. I sit on a tree stump watching a Mallard drake and hen race across waves to shore. The sky is filled with towering white mountains of snow clouds, and flakes have begun to fly. It’s why the ducks are heading for shelter on solid ground.
Yesterday there was just a dusting of snow, enough to lace over trees and to run a mitten over a car window to clean it. I’ve heard the East Coast has been hit with a few inches. The icy winds here, may be replaced by shovel-worthy snow soon.
I’ll sit on the stump just a little while longer before heading home to my own warm shelter.
