Friday afternoon, with snowflakes falling and spirits soaring, Matty, Ashley (
our fun neighbor), and I headed over to Pine Hill Lakes Park in Mason for sledding and snowboarding. The snow was fluffy and our "secret" slope was empty...hooray!
Matty tearing down the hillside on the snowboard.
I stuck to the sled (I already had one reconstructed ankle, I didn't need another!).
Ashley with her snowboard and Patrick, the snowball. Patrick met an untimely death. It wasn't pretty...
Matty demoing the latest in hockey attire--the fake fur tundra hat!
Deep brush and woods bordered the sled run, and a small flock of Carolina Chickadees flew in to forage among the dormant honeysuckle. It was really cold. The little birds flitted from branch to branch like it was a summer's day, seemingly without a care, but I knew better and marveled at their ability to stay warm. To live through freezing weather, chickadees have to become eating machines, gaining enough fat during the day to fuel them through the long night. What's enough fat? At least 10 percent of their body weight!
...eating...
...eating...
...eating...
...a tough little winter chickadee is a metabolic fireball...
...and he's darn cute too!