I've been had. Looked out my window this morning to see my redwing blackbird sitting there with a pile of snow on his head. Meanwhile, the Gang of Eight, (my resident blue jays) are just about falling out of the tree, laughing and jumping and pointing to the bedraggled 'harbinger of spring'. "I cannot BELIEVE you fell for it" they squawked.They hopped around on the deck chair I had placed on the deck in warm sunshine two days ago. They pretended to ski down its back, they ice skated on the seat and in a final burst of hilarity, pooped on the picnic table.
I put on my yaktrax and trudged to the woodpile, noting the sky filled with ducks swirling back and forth. I have never seen so many. Easily 60 in a fast count. Are they coming or going?