Fickle weather

2-2-20

Punxsutawney Phil may have forecast an early spring for Pennsylvania, but Groundhog Day in the Hollow was clear and sunny—enough to chase any animal afraid of its shadow back into the den, and Pisgah Pete, the white squirrel seer in nearby Brevard, called for more winter. Not that we’ve really had much of a winter yet. Yesterday’s high of 71°, although not a record, was 20° above the average. I’m not complaining, but I did start to wonder if I should start checking for ticks after walking through the brushy plants in the meadow.

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The deer don’t mind the brush. I often see them grazing—and resting—in the meadow. As I’ve posted before, they don’t stick to the meadow; one morning, while birdwatching as I walked through the house, I looked out the window and saw Lil Buck and one of the 2019 fawn eating the birdseed I had thrown onto the patio! You should know by now that I took their breakfast down to the meadow, but Lil buck had fled into the woods. I wisg he’d stick around; there’s not much left in the woods for the deer to eat, and although the doe below might seem well-fed, I suspect she is eating for two (or more!).