My friends, the Bornicks, who live in the country up towards Clinton, had this visitor at thier suet bar, this morning! Who has ever seen a pileated woodpecker this close?!
Down on Newberry Road, everything was covered with crystals of hoarfrost.
This little house looked as pretty as any in a "country living" sort of magazine!
The big white pine at the Moons, on Madison Street, glistened with rime.Today I remembered to listen and the wind must have been just right because I could hear the bells being played, at a little after noontime. The Ayalas - and whoever else may have been in the tower - were doing a wonderful job, manning the levers!
