A perfectly nice winter's morning
Jan. 17th, 2006 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbpanIt's as pleasant a January day in Boston as can be expected. A few degrees below freezing, no wind, lots of sunshine. Of course, last weeks few days that were around 60 were nice, but not typical--plus they were muddy.
Lots of birds again this morning--a nice big flicker posed for a moment, but not long enough to get a good picture. We keep hearing, but not seeing, an Eastern Phoebe. The bufflehead pair is still hanging around, and the usual mallards, black ducks, and Canada geese are about. I took the dogs to a tree that had a bunch of squirrels rough housing in it, and all of a sudden a red-tailed hawk burst off of a low branch (I don't know how I missed it) and flew across the river.
I took the dogs over to a big frozen puddle and let Charlie scratch at it until he broke one of his nails. He still hasn't noticed--usually he acts like its the end of the world. It's an ugly, splintered break, which is going to require clipping, which is so painful for both of us. Now he's happily finishing up his third frozen chicken leg.
When we got home to the front door, I heard the whoosh of wings, and looked up to see a bird bigger and faster than a pigeon, blasting away from our birdfeeder. Looks like the Cooper's hawk we saw yesterday was hunting for an easy meal.
I think I got some nice pictures of some icicles under one of the nearby stone bridges. Stay tuned. Still trying to figure out if I'm going to go to the Common to take some 365 urban species pictures. I'm leaning toward staying nearby today, since it's already late and I have some local errands.
Lots of birds again this morning--a nice big flicker posed for a moment, but not long enough to get a good picture. We keep hearing, but not seeing, an Eastern Phoebe. The bufflehead pair is still hanging around, and the usual mallards, black ducks, and Canada geese are about. I took the dogs to a tree that had a bunch of squirrels rough housing in it, and all of a sudden a red-tailed hawk burst off of a low branch (I don't know how I missed it) and flew across the river.
I took the dogs over to a big frozen puddle and let Charlie scratch at it until he broke one of his nails. He still hasn't noticed--usually he acts like its the end of the world. It's an ugly, splintered break, which is going to require clipping, which is so painful for both of us. Now he's happily finishing up his third frozen chicken leg.
When we got home to the front door, I heard the whoosh of wings, and looked up to see a bird bigger and faster than a pigeon, blasting away from our birdfeeder. Looks like the Cooper's hawk we saw yesterday was hunting for an easy meal.
I think I got some nice pictures of some icicles under one of the nearby stone bridges. Stay tuned. Still trying to figure out if I'm going to go to the Common to take some 365 urban species pictures. I'm leaning toward staying nearby today, since it's already late and I have some local errands.
