(This morning’s snow.)
We woke up to snow this morning. It was very pretty, very cold, and short-lived. It didn’t even bother to stick around on the ground for long.
An hour or so later a rather large flock of birds came swooping up over the woods at the back of the pond and poured across the sky, almost thicker than the snowflakes that were flying earlier.
(188: A storm of blackbirds.)
By the time I grabbed my camera, powered it up, and rushed outside, most of the birds had moved on to wherever they were going. I’m glad I got to see it, but wish I’d thought to switch to video as the movement is what really made the show. Swoops and swirls done in unison. Amazing.