The hyperborean dawn revealed that the kitchen window suet feeder had fallen to the ground. Red Oak House's Word of the Day, hyperborean (late Middle English) is from the Greek huper for beyond and Borean for Northwind.
I finally channeled my inner North Dakotan, put on the serious coat, and went out with the ladder to re-hang the feeder, filling it with the Suchy beef suet they gave us at our annual Winter Solstice potluck.
Whilst I was outdoors, I also brushed off last night's snow from the surface of the sunflower feeder. Lizzie, the Springer Spaniel, was of no help, but she was eager to be with me nonetheless, and then equally as eager to go back into the warmth of the house, to nap in the sunshine.
The thistle and sunflower feeders are covered with pine siskins and I also observe them scratching about in the spent vegetation of the perennial beds. By this point of the winter, the birds have stripped the crab apple trees of their fruit, yet the saffron dots of bittersweet remain as a bright spot in a somewhat drab landscape. The low sun shone brightly all day.
With a cup of lemon tea, I settled in near the woodstove to read a couple of books, checking the feeders now and again throughout the short day while Jim napped while he "watched" football.
|Hairy woodpecker on suet feeder|
"And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done."
Ranier Maria Rilke