Fresh snow accumulated overnight, redrawing the lines of the landscape. The birds gather around the feeder, some on the ground scratching for fallen seeds buried in the snow. A red-tailed hawk perches on a high branch in a tree at the edge of the meadow, watching. Waiting. A fine white powder, barely visible, is being squeezed and sifted from the clouds overhead, falling softly, silently, in a straight line from sky to ground. The air is still. The raspy screech of another hawk somewhere off in the distance is carried across the hills and the pond.
I wonder why all the birds don’t fly south to escape the cold and snow, leaving us birdless for a season.
Bountiful Healing 
redrawing the lines of the landscape… Love this concept, Robin. Good words today. 🙂
Thank you, Hannah. 🙂
Lovely – words and image, both! I for one am glad a few little songbirds hang around to brighten the bleak winter landscape.
Oh, me too, Planaquarium. They are just about the only color we see during the winter months. But I do wonder why they stay…
Thank you. 🙂
For your sake, I’m glad they don’t leave you. In the snow free suburbs of Melbourne, they never leave.
Me too, J Cosmo. The birds provide a lot of pleasure by bringing us color and song during the winter. 🙂