Last night we got the first snowfall of the season, although the dog doesn’t think it counts because I can’t make snowballs for him to catch. I tend to agree. Yes, there is some white fluffy stuff on the ground, but just enough to make me do a double-take to make sure that it’s snow and not my eyes playing tricks on me.
As I was surveying the acreage this morning, I saw a lot of activity. I saw evidence of animals dragging food in from the neighboring fields—mostly chunks of corn cobs. The raccoon like to enjoy their meals in my overgrown fields. The squirrels bring it to the trees encircling the acreage. Birds were flittering about everywhere, and I could almost hear the anxiety in their chirps as they realized that winter is indeed upon them. Many were busy swooping around the bushes and brush piles, looking for a place to roost throughout the coldest winter months.
Yet as I watched all the activity, I noticed one particularly chunky squirrel sitting low in the tree next to my front door, scarfing down on a corn cob. He seemed quite non-plussed by all goings-on around him, even turning to pose for me while I tried to get a good photo of him (tried…but did not succeed). He never once stopped nibbling on the corn, even when dog offered a brisk hello.
The snow won’t be on the ground much longer, but it will undoubtedly be replaced with wetter, denser snow very soon. The all-knowing “they” say this year will be a rough winter. I’m taking my cues from my furry and feathered friends outside and preparing for the worst, which includes leaving brush piles that offer extra protection for my outside friends during the harshest of weather.
What do you do to help the wildlife survive the winter months?