Maid Rite Burgers
6 hours ago
Photographs and random musings from an artist living in the California mountains
I took this picture on the 22nd. I can't imagine what this poor little fellow was doing up here in a snowstorm, but today I saw two more!
There's nothing like the color of a mountain sky after a snow storm. A friend e-mailed me the above picture; I can't make it out to the main road yet.
It was my intention to hike up to the top of the ridge behind my house so I could take a picture from the top. I got a little over half-way and decided that it would have to do. Whew...I am out of shape! Waaaaay out of shape.
The snow has been blowing sideways, first right, then left. A couple of times I could swear it was going up. A real, old fashioned blizzard, the kind we used to be able to count on to occur at least four or five times during a winter.
We've got about 14 inches on the ground as I write this, and it is supposed to continue snowing through Friday. For the elevation I live at the weather wizards are predicting about 7 feet of snow, but I don't think we'll get anywhere near that. I think we'll probably top out around 3 or 4 feet.
Furgus doesn't care that we're still in a drought. He's just happy that it's sunny, 53 degrees F. and I have all the windows and doors open. That way, he can follow the sun around the house and bask in it's warmth. (That is some of the cats' play yard fencing behind the window screen. I don't let our cats use the play yard in cold weather because our ferals like to lay on the cushions in the play yard).
This is a picture from last year. This is the way it normally looks in Big Bear, and here, too, at this time of year.
"There thee ifh again wif that darn camawa!" I bet that's what this little Chickadee is saying, but she can't speak clearly with a full beak. I'm sure her mother taught her better manners! ;-)