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The second storm surge descended upon our prairie
home just a week after the first blizzard's flakes had started to settle
into a deep cold layer cake. The wind whirled its patterns from a
different direction and piled the snow yet higher and higher. |
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The seven foot high drift in front of our office
door lengthened and widened its form, but grew no higher from the second
snow. |
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Out on our grounds at the Plains Conservation
Center, one of the sod buildings echo's a distant past and provides
excellent spots for creatures to hide from the wind and snow. |
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Any shelter in a storm. The ever present cotton
tail rabbits use the buildings for shelter to the point of burrowing
through the sod walls. |
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Sometimes even a few old farm implements are
sufficient to create a buffer from the wind as this black-tailed jack
rabbit shows. |
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Sometimes the jacks would be found just crouching
in a snow bank, and look quite perturbed as you trundled past their spot
forcing them to take notice. |
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Another hare huddled in an icy den isn't quite
sure whether to flee or freeze... |
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Adjacent to our bird mews, the bare poplars would
host dozens of English sparrows and an occasional finch. Were they
waiting for the sun, or creating a target rich area for some wandering
Cooper's Hawk? |
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No storm lasts forever, and by the afternoon of
December 29th, the
clouds parted letting the sun reveal yet another landscape sculpted by
Mother Nature's breath. A few days would
pass and bring in the new year with yet our third storm in as many
weeks, setting all types of records no doubt, helping the winter wheat
crop, but wreaking havoc on the far eastern plains of Colorado into
western Kansas and Nebraska.
Winter was truly upon us and we have months to go
before the season turns once more.
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