I've come to believe that winter and snow is (sort of) God's way of letting farmers slow down and have "days off"...if one would call it that.
The beauty of the crisp white snow on the trees, the grass, the barn, etc. well I think it is good.
The birdhouses are full of birds; I guess it's hard to find food in their usual places with everything so covered in snow. But the snowbirds come and come and come to our birdhouse outside the dining room window.
I've misplaced my Birds of Kentucky book, but most of these I've seen so many times that I can recognize them right away.
Our latest visitor stands out...a Downy Woodpecker...with his black and white feathers and distinct red spot on the head. What a beautiful bird, much smaller than the Red-Bellied Woodpecker...I'd like to think not as destructive either...both are beautiful nonetheless.
So with the roads such a mess and not really having anywhere to go, I've spent much time gazing out the window watching the birds, listening to their song as they go about their busy work. If only we could understand what they are saying to each other..."now clean up the nest, we've got food to gather?" or "I'll be gone for a short while, don't talk to any strangers until I get back"...
Would I want to be a bird? I think not. I'm glad to be able to enjoy them from my vantage point....and my invisible sign SNOWBIRDS WELCOME HERE.