It is deep snow, we measured it and in every place it was five to six inches deep.We made a hole in the ice on the pond and put food out in cleared areas for the wildlife.
I was waiting for the squirrels wondering if they would brave it, they did but they were very cautious when walking along the branches, which inevitably had snow piled high along their length. Suddenly one little chap wasn't so lucky, the snow on the branch gave way under him and he fell heavily onto the ground below.
Was he hurt? I was ready if he appeared to be, but he stood up, shook himself and climbed back up the silver birch from whence he had fallen. He was even slower and more careful this time and ignored the larger snow piled branches he usually used and instead climbed higher and traversed the fine hanging twiggy pieces, which were almost devoid of snow.
The depth of snow is such that as the squirrels cross the lawn, they do it in leaps and on landing they sink deeply into the snow, so that only the very top of their back and their tails show.
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