A spring snowstorm, coming from the east, an unusual direction, astonished us this weekend. 
Snow fell in large, wet flakes, settling onto the ground
in thick, heavy mounds. We had about 15 cm of snow, but because the temperatures were springlike, and the ground had started to thaw, the snow failed to meet its accumulation potential because it melted on the ground, and compressed with the weight of the water in the flakes.
The green tulip and lily shoots were
engulfed with sticky, white snow. They just patiently paused, and let
the white blanket cover them, until only their bright green tips
peeked out over the counterpane.
Our beautiful view was obscured by
opaque clouds, but the bird feeders remained visible, and the occasional hardy chickadee sallied forth to refuel.
The dogs kicked up clumps of snow
that created small snowballs that they then chased as they romped around
the yard. Toti was incorrigible. Phiri sat, cool as a cucumber, on the snow and watched the clouds roll by.
Today, it is back to normal, with the
usual assortment of birds stopping by our bird feeder for a snack.
My favourite is the Cardinal.
I do like the lively chickadees, though.
We have the omnipresent Blue Jay as well.
There are other birds that stop at the feeders, but these ones remained long enough for a snapshot today.
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