We woke the next morning and stared out the window in disbelief. White white white. An utterly unannounced snowstorm has passed through overnight. And the power was out. We got dressed without pleasure to start the generator and, as important, to pack the feeders with more bird food; dozens of birds were perching on snow-covered branches of the upper plum tree, flying off and circling the vacant plastic containers, landing on the feeding rods to check, in disbelief, the empty chambers: how could these people abandon us precisely when any other seeds lay buried under a foot of snow? The generator started only after some coaxing, but at least Kit could now grind coffee, essential for a civilized morning, and we could run water... The snow was destroying our plans for the day.
