Frosted Whiskers

The one thing that is a constant with March weather is change. It’s sunny one day and stormy the next. Expect anything at anytime. Such was the case this past week when over 6 inches of fluffy white snow descended over a three-hour period. What had been dirty and grimy was now fresh and glowed like a proverbial winter wonderland. The following morning it seemed that most of the little creatures were out checking out their new surroundings and trying to uncover a little sustenance to carry them through to spring. In particular I was watching a clump of spreading conifers where I’d observed the little Eastern Cottontails foraging for tender shoots of browse. My wait was rewarded when this little one with frosted whiskers took over the scene as he nibbled his way through breakfast. It won’t be long until the snows have melted and this little hare and others will be out proliferating and invading our garden. But today, those frosted whiskers were mighty sweet.

Frosted Whiskers

Frosted Whiskers