Strolling in the gloom

The snow is not longer pure white. The favorite sledding hills are growing bald. The overcast sky renders everything muted. The little birds are hunting for food as soggy leaves surface.

Now that the trees are bare it's possible to see the nests from summer. Beautiful woven oriole's nest by the side of Turtle Pond.

Our West End Avenue great horned owl. The pigeons love him.

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