Down in the playground beneath my window, birds gather in the snow to peck and fuss.
So we begin March as we finished February – cold and snowy.
New York has just finished the coldest February in 80 years, and the third coldest on record.
I’ve become fascinated with ice on the Hudson River.
I especially love to watch the tide come in, and see the river flow north toward the great interior. Here is ice flowing north.
It’s easy to forget we live in an estuary, and our mighty river is tidal.
The waterways are filled with ice, ice, and more ice. A beautiful bird’s eye view from an NBC helicopter takes you down the Hudson River to New York Harbor and around the tip of the island to the East River. (It’s well worth waiting for the ad to finish.)
Later today, or tomorrow, I’ll check on my friendly neighborhood behemoth and its sidekick.