Day 232: Snow? In May? Oh, my poor little birdies! The hummers are swearing twice as loudly as they usually do, the Black-Headed and Evening Grosbeaks are perched with shoulders hunched, as dejected a lot as you could imagine. "This isn't right!" they seem to say. "What's going on here?"
Previously, I may have seen snow fall as late as mid-April, and it's not uncommon to have a hard frost any time up to Memorial Day, but snow in May is unthinkable. The white stuff isn't sticking at this elevation, but a thousand feet higher, the webcam view from my second-story office shows quite a substantial accumulation on the ground. Currently, we have a work party scheduled to clean up twigs and fir needles in the Longmire housing compound next Tuesday. This may put a serious kink in the plan!
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