The day after the snow day was dance day. This meant a drive down the picturesque Routes 113 and 119.
The roads were clear and the dark pavement wound through the snowy towns between Lowell and Townsend. The sky was blue and there were horses wearing blankets in snow covered fields, snow capped New England stone walls running along the road and between fields, a covered bridge, gazebos, and churches. The river was covered in snow and ice. For most of the drive, there was no place to pull over for pictures on the narrow two-lane roads.
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Birds on the snowy river. |
There were a few people walking along the paved path and
lots of birds on the partially frozen river. Seagulls, geese, and ducks convened in groups on the snow-covered river while pigeons congregated in the
parking lot. There was a lone goose close to shore. It stood on one webbed
foot, the other raised off the snow. When it tried to walk, there seemed to be
a lot of trouble with putting weight on it. It limped along at a very small pace.
Poor goose.
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