The coldest it got was -34C (that’s -30F in American.)
This was taken about 1.00pm; the sun does not get very high these days. It sets to the left of Finger Peak.
The bird feeder is well-attended by chickadees – about a dozen altogether. There are black-capped…
and mountain chickadees, recognized by their white “eyebrows.” This one appears to have a double set, but it is frost on the black part.
Inexplicably, on the coldest day, an Oregon junco appeared.
The last time I saw them this year was in August. They usually do not show up until the end of March. A couple wintered here once before, but it was a mild year. What this poor thing was doing I cannot imagine. They like to feed on the ground so I have thrown seed down for him.
The barn I burned a couple of weeks ago is still smouldering like a little volcano. There were piles of manure that were too difficult to shovel out. The cold did not stop it. It needs a heavy snow- or rainfall.
One morning, there was a bit of cloud.
It faded away as the sun rose, but the temperature was much higher.
By afternoon, it reached minus 5C, practically shirt-sleeve weather. I hiked up onto the north bluffs.
There are only a few centimetres of snow, and it is light and fluffy, so I did not need snowshoes. I love this low winter light.
But the days are very short and I had to head for home.
That sunset was the last clear one. Since then it has been mild and fairly cloudy although, even in the afternoon, the temperature has not climbed above freezing.
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