It is day 14 of the Mourning Dove sitting its nest. While not that cold – it’s 1C – it’s a miserable day with moderate to heavy snow falling and likely continuing for several more hours.
The incubation period is 14 days, according to All About Birds. I hope another two days elapse before hatching; while the snow likely ends tonight, tomorrow nights’ low may dip to -5C.
A very tough time. Fingers crossed. We will see what we see.
During my workplace inspection one recent morning, I found evidence of an unauthorised visitor.
Our last snowfall was two weeks ago. A wet, heavy, very photogenic snowfall that melted within a few hours. Preserved only in photos and, most wonderfully, in my memory.
A recent snowfall started out with small flakes. After a time these large flakes began falling, which gave me a very Christmas-y feeling.
This looks grainy, or out of focus. The focus is on the snowflakes in the foreground; a snow shower was ongoing and caught against a bright background.
On April 15, snowflakes (called Christmas flakes because they were large and invoked a bit of cheer) nearly obscured the neighbours’ large pine tree.
I had overlooked this photo of snow perched on a narrow maple twig.
Although the snow is long gone, the memory remains of coming across these spoor recently left by a fox remains.
Snow streaks the air in front of a field lined with trees.
A forlorn sunflower stalk, its flower heads long since picked bare by goldfinches, endures a late winter snowfall.
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