Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I took the liberty of sampling of a collage by an artist, from Spain. I hope she does not mind.
I miss white owls, not the cigars, though....I have seen a small number of snowy owls on Long Island beaches in the midst of bitter cold winters. These owls move south, erupt it is called, when the populations of lemmings die down in the artic. No food equals an eruption.
Birding made me appreciate winter - since I bird less these days, I prefer the warmer seasons. But there is a beauty to crisp daylight and frost on a dry brown leaf.