At the Chestnut Hill Reservoir, if you have an itch…

…scratch it.

At the Chestnut Hill Reservoir, if you have an itch…

…scratch it.

Paperwhites blossom in our kitchen.

A Ring-billed gull balances on the bank of the Merrimack River in Newburyport.

An Eastern cottontail rabbit hides among the bramble at the Chestnut Hill Reservoir.

There is not much to eat around here but bark.

Several Brant vacation at Point of Pines beach in Revere to get away from the cold Arctic weather.



At the Chestnut Hill Reservoir, one of the handsomest birds is the Tufted titmouse.

He is quite the photogenic fellow.

Even when hanging upside down.

I realize that all of the posts so far have focused on animals. But, I keep finding myself drawn to the many forms that ice takes. So, here are some examples.
On Mount Monadnock, ice grows from the ground like grass.

At the Blue Hills Reservation, thin sheets of ice form elevated above the ground.

On a frozen swamp in Amherst, ice needles radiate off a stick.

On Plum Island, thick sheets of ice pile up on shore.

A male Bufflehead puts on a show at the Coolidge Reservation in Manchester by the Sea.





An American red squirrel relaxes on a tree in Amherst.

A female Common eider mingles among the Bufflehead at the Coolidge Reservation in Manchester by the Sea.

This male eider has clearly suffered some damage to his wing. I wonder how the poor fellow could possibly fly in that condition.

“I, the female kinglet — queenlet, if you will — am a great, big cannonball of fluff.”

“Have you seen my husband?”

“I am over here!”

“I reign over the Chestnut Hill Reservoir with my orange crown.”

A Great blue heron sails across the Merrimack River in Newburyport.


I took a walk to the Chestnut Hill Post Office yesterday afternoon. It is a beautiful walk through some tree-lined streets bordered by palatial estates. As I went, I kept my eyes peeled for any hawks, who are particularly easy to spot in the leafless trees. Having seen none on my way to the post office, and given the fact that it was getting dark, I had given up hope of seeing much of anything.
As I exited the post office, a squirrel on the path ahead of me was digging out stored food from the crevice between the cement slabs. I stopped, both to watch him and to avoid disturbing him. He looked up at me apprehensively, but decided I was no big threat and continued digging. And that is when a Red-tailed hawk swooped down over my shoulder to make a play for the squirrel. Needless to say, it scared us both. The squirrel jumped to the nearby tree, and I watched the hawk sail out of view.
The walk back from the post office was uneventful, save for a snowman at the Chestnut Hill Reservoir.

As I approached the entrance to our building on Englewood Ave… A loud rustle! And a Red-tailed hawk jumps out of the hedges (yes, the hedges) and flies up to a lamppost. That really gave me a fright. Can someone explain to me why a hawk would be in a hedge? Or, for that matter, how does a hawk fit in a hedge?

A Great black-backed gull passes the time on the bank of the Merrimack River in Newburyport.

I apologize in advance, for these are very small and grainy pictures produced by the liberal use of cropping. I was on an island in the Merrimack River in Newburyport and, unfortunately, the two Bald eagles were on the far side of another island. On the bright side, there is plenty of room for improvement in my eagle shots in the coming years.





The Brown creeper blends in with the trees at the Chestnut Hill Reservoir.

With his long bill, he eats critters from the crevices in the bark.

This guy liked to spiral up the tree from left to right (opposite the order of these photographs). Do all creepers obey this chirality?

A Red-bellied woodpecker explores the trees at the Chestnut Hill Reservoir.



A Red-breasted nuthatch guards the suet outside Chris and Karena’s kitchen window in Amherst.

Ever so vigilant.

What out, chickadees!

In Amherst, a cardinal nibbles on some berries.

In Amherst, a bluebird rests atop a dead tree in a frozen swamp.

First, get the worm.

Adjust your grip.

And down the hatch.

Although the chickadees are abundant at the Chestnut Hill Reservoir, they move so quickly that they can be difficult to photograph. This one sat still long enough for me to take his portrait.

