The forecast called for a possible dusting of snow, and while I secretly hoped to see some (snow that quickly comes and goes is my favorite), I had my doubts. Here in central North Carolina, forecasting snow is particularly tricky. It all depends on the temperature and the timing of the front.
This morning, it was rainy and cold, and before long, sleeting. I made sure the bird feeders were full (I set more suet outside yesterday afternoon when the temperature was merely cool and brisk).
I had things to do at the old house, but really wanted to stay home and hibernate. It seemed a good day for it. Mom agreed, so we settle in to watch an old movie I had never been able to finish.
Halfway through, Mom hit the pause button and I peeked outside. Big, fat, wet flakes were falling. I scrambled to find my camera and something to focus on, but the weather was too quick for me. A few birds, however, were still long enough for me to snap some pictures. These are the best.