Went for a walk down to the Pigeon River today. I see lots of people on Twitter saying the flowers, birds and spring peepers are arriving, but we still have no bare ground in the garden, although I did hear a phoebe calling. There are probably a few water birds arriving in the wetlands 5 km downstream as they are usually the first but I have to work this weekend again, so no time to go there and look.
You can see we still have almost a foot of wet, heavy snow left. If I don’t find my snow shoes in spring cleaning, I’m getting another pair.
My “bridge” (a couple of logs) was too slippery to cross safely.
Last time I came down, the river was frozen over fairly well and although flowing underneath, I could cross OK on the snow. This time it was looking a bit punky and when I probed hard with my big stick, it went through in places.
So I found a place I could see the water and forded it. Cold wet feet because my wellies (rubber boots to non-English) are too slippery and my hiking boots were a few mm too low to keep the water out.
Once across the river, I looked around. It looked a bit like a woodworking shop.
Since it snowed last night, this was fresh. Who else but the piliated woodpecker. Sure enough, there were a couple of fresh holes in this dead birch, a bit too high to get a decent picture. I turned around and realised it had also made one of its Square Holes™ in the perfectly healthy eastern red cedar tree just a couple of metres away. You’d think that for the Pi Day of the century, it could have done a round hole for once.
Also there were plenty of deer tracks around.