Don't get excited, it's not the snow of Colorado or even as close as sixty miles north of us. For the past two winters we have had real snow, the kind that floats down in fluffy flakes that land gently one atop another until they have covered the countryside, transforming it into a winter wonderland (wonderful unless it breaks trees). Those two years are an anomaly here. This is our normal snow, the kind that streaks down in hard little ice crystals that pelt bare skin and buries itself in the grass. Its presence is only shown on flat surfaces above ground, like cars, decks, roofs, and bridges.
Now a true blogger and photographer would have grabbed her camera and waited for it to emerge, but my first thought was to call Hubby so he could see it too. I kept watching and saw two crows circling and diving at a spot in the grass. Soon the hawk took flight with the crows close behind. I have no idea what the hawk was doing there.