A spring storm brought six inches of snow and a fierce wind to Jackson Hole. I feel sorry for the songbirds that just migrated back here for the summer. A lot of the robins stayed the winter. There were 10 in the crabapple tree in my front yard this morning. Some were eating the fruit leftover from summer, but most just sat on the branches all puffed up and trying to keep warm. Apparently the little downy woodpecker pecking at the tree to find insects felt too outnumbered, because he took off shortly after arriving. No sign at all of all the finches, sparrows and juncoes that have been hanging around.
Appropos of nothing, my quote of the day:
"Sometimes the best way to figure out who you are is to get to that place where you don't have to be anything else."
- Unknown
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