We had a beautiful snowfall yesterday. I sat at my sunroom window and watched the silent flakes swirling and swirling. It was just one of those days to sit back and watch nature put on one of its most calming shows. I went through the house pushing the curtains back so that the stark whiteness of the landscape would be in my every view. As I pushed back the first living room curtain I thought I saw something on the ground outside. Edging closer to the window I saw this woodpecker with its beak trying to peck through the snow to get to the ground. I rushed to get my camera thinking it would be in vain.
To my surprise I returned to find him still pecking away with the snow whipping past him in the wind. Look closely and see the snow on this head. He practically buried himself. As I watched he hopped onto a nearby tree trunk. I felt so sorry for him. He appeared to be hanging on for dear life; his feathers puffed out in an attempt to keep warm. You can tell from my picture it was not a day fit for man or beast in the early March snowstorm; but, this little bird and his antics sure made my morning.