The post-storm feeding frenzy always surprises me. Before, birds disappear, even the starlings. Then the change comes.
It didn't take the squirrels long to figure out Friday morning that the ice-hardened snow made a perfect surface for running. They were everywhere.
As was other life, and with it some natural consequences.
Birds swarmed our feeders Friday and Saturday. When did so many mourning doves start staying year-round? I saw dozens Saturday morning.
The feeding frenzy was soon noted by our neighborhood Cooper's hawk. He established a post above my suet feeder Sunday afternoon. The kids swing swung free in the ice and blowing snow.
Seconds after this photo, the Cooper's erupted to chase a flock of birds. He and they swooped rather spectacularly between houses and garages. Never saw if he made a kill or not.
And I remembered the start of Ted Hughes' ``Hawk Roosting:''
``I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream.''
I didn't see the Cooper's again. Cold and wind drove into the darkness.