The US east coast has been the recipient of another bomb cyclone. While this one hasn’t brought snow to the microcosm, it has brought winds…lots and lots of winds, probably the strongest I can ever remember here with gusts of 60-70 mph (70 is hurricane strength!). Trees are down, roofs are being uninvented, and the power is capricious. With each blip in the power, an assortment of beeps resound through the house, which sends Scout upstairs to his bed, where it must be safe.
The Capital Weather Gang said that between 5 and 6 pm the winds would start dying down. Umm. I could swear they’ve picked up in the ten minutes since I’ve read that. 😲
The wind is so fierce that it’s blown bark from the trees. Amazing.
Amidst it all, I looked out at my cherry tree and saw a flock of unfamiliar birds.
These are cedar waxwings, which I’ve never seen before. They’re very cool with a patch of yellow on their tails and black masks. Unfortunately by the time I exchanged my normal lens for a telephoto, they were gone. Who could blame them in this wind?
For the mo, I will leave you with a windy song.