Sad Sunday

Looks can be deceiving. I expected to get to the park and find snow delicately decorating branches and leaves, but not too much snow.
I didn't expect a war zone. Branches snapped, not delicate branches, the main body work of the trees. Major trees uprooted. Trees split in half. Fences bent and benches smashed. This was heart-sickening.

I didn't search for migrating birds. There were birds working the ground, finding bugs and bits in and around the fallen limbs. There were hundreds of hermit thrushes.

Seed-eating juncos.

The phoebe didn't have to fly from a branch on high. The branch was on the ground.

I'll probably check out Riverside Park today.
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