No one has been down this trail for a while.
The snow blankets the woods with silence.
The only sound is the occasional murmur of the Tangascootac when it briefly surfaces.
The silence is broken too when a flock of kinglets passes by, twittering cheerily as they flit along intently feeding among the branches of the hemlocks, sycamores , and witch hazel.
As I observed them hovering along the branches obviously finding plenty of what they were looking for, I wondered "what could these golden-crowned kinglets be eating?". My search on the hemlock branches proved useless. I'll have to look closer another day. I had better success on the sycamores. Here are some screen shots of a movie I took of a kinglet hunting under the sycamore's loose bark.