Steadfastly Ernest

Four round trips across the 520 Bridge this week, and on five of those legs we saw Ernest on the lamp post. He's looking a bit disheveled again....and we cannot blame it on frisky eaglets harrying our boy. His feathers are a little rumpled, but he is still magnificent sitting there above the bridge. Haven't seen Ethel lately. But the fact that Ernest has been around tells us she is in the area. After all, she is his raison d'etre. Winter is just around the corner for us. Mornings are frosty now. The sun has been glorious this week, but we know the gray, the drizzle, and the long dark winter are awaiting us. Six or so more weeks of ever-shortening days before we reach the darkest time in late December. People don't realize how far North we are here. North of the northern tip of Maine. North of Quebec City. So we pay dearly in loss of light in the winter. But come summer we enjoy over 19 hours of daylight in mid June through early July. Looking forward to a little snow here, we hope. It brightens up our winter days so much when the world turns white and fluffy.