March is coming in like a lamb--by New England standards. It's sunny and bright--but we're enduring a bitterly cold spell.
This is traditionally our snowiest month. We're expecting a few more inches tomorrow, no big deal. At least the birthday forecast looks clear, which means I'll have an outing. Probably to Maine.
For a few days now we've had a visiting cardinal. This is very exciting for us. Although they hang out close by, up near the big pasture, they rarely--as in once or twice a year--venture into our more thickly wooded territory. I'm guessing the frigid temperatures might have something to do with his appearance, not to mention the constant supply of safflower seed. He's feeding on the ground, but also perches on the feeder.
At this moment a flock of robins are eating the red winterberries outside my office window. They winter over in New England, but we don't usually see them round here until later in March.
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