"Hey Peter, did we make a wrong turn or something? What's the deal with all of this river ice?"
"Hmmm, not sure Paul, but sure wish we'd stayed down south a little longer. Whose bright idea was this?"
"Not sure Peter, I just followed you . . . "
A couple of captures from last winter . . . If we ever get a break from the grey and gloomy (and now snowy) skies, will head out to some shorty hangouts to see if they've made it back yet. Probably having a field day with the voles . . .
The goldfinches now have their winter colors, but it wasn't that long ago they were brilliant yellow, just beautiful. Here's a goldfinch lifting off from a sunflower. And a little while before he took off, a big ol' bumblebee winged its way up to look the goldfinch in the eye before heading off to the less crowded flower field.