Sparrows at the condo

A winter view of Fishers Island Sound at the end of 2017.

Every tree in my neighborhood is a Christmas tree, even the ones old and leaning.
Fifteen degrees (F) and sunny with six crusty inches of snow on the ground.
From my visit to the great marsh on Mason Island in March 2016. This osprey mom was keeping two chicks hidden in her nest while keeping me in her sights.
Every visit into the nearby woods yields more scenes of big trees culled out of the ground by the strongest winds in decades.
The moon looks down on the first snow of the 2017-2018 winter.
With ice covering the entire bog, it is difficult to see where the beavers enter or exit the water to do their work, but their work effort is quite obvious.
On our first visit down to the far bog in several weeks, we found the beavers have accelerated winter preparations. It looks like a race between the beavers and the snow mobile trail maintenance crew is in process.
Looking south (downstream) on the Kennebec river at Augusta, Maine. It is low tide on a quiet early December mid-morning. Augusta is thirty miles from the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Maine and is the farthest point north where tidal effects are noticeable.