The snow comes down like the rain we had a couple of weeks ago – steadily, relentlessly, non-stop. The third day now, and still, it keeps coming. I want to call it a white-out, but it’s more gray than white.
Up in the firs, it collects for a while, giving the trees a look of Christmas. That would be fine, except for two things: we’re waiting for spring, and the avalanches of snow whooshing down from the branches when the wet clumps become too heavy are dangerous for any little animals underneath them.
Alighting on the roof, the flicker is surprised to sink into the snow.
“Didn’t I see some suet here last time I visited? Ahh…there it is. Now to get up there. Jump, turn, grab onto something, and chow down.”
“Time to get some more suet out here, Anneli. This piece is almost small enough to fall through the grid again.”
And yes, Anneli braved the weather and the avalanches, and put another package of sweet suet in the empty wire grid.