Bald Eagles stood sentry.
Then the snow began to fall, and the wind began to howl, tossing the full bird feeders around like toys.
The wind whipped the snow into mini tornadoes that went skittering across the plowed cornfields, and there was a weird light to everything.
The birds, normally swarming all over the feeders, hunkered on the ground, finding little niches in the snow.
And popped out between gusts to take the seed from the ground.
