He's an elusive little sweetie, and the glint in his eye in the photo isn't there unless the sun is shining. So I was quite happy with this one. And I love the little egg-shaped rock! Duck feeding has dwindled down a lot, about half of them still turn up, but they fly off much more easily when I come out and may not come back right away for the corn. So my worry that I would have to taper them off like substance abusers seems to have been premature. The last two nights we had skiffs of snow, which melted by midafternoon. I guess they eat weeds, seeds and roots. . .
(I'm going to find out!)
Today I noticed that the buds are swelling on the cottonwood trees.
Even the buds on fallen branches are quite swollen, reddish and come to a sharp point.
I'll be taking pictures of this as I can, inspired by the book Seeing Trees, which I highly recommend. I only wish that the authors lived in Michigan, rather than in the south,
but this is SUCH a great book that it almost does not matter.