Knowing that a blizzard was on the way but not sure how it would affect the ponds, I took a last minute trip down to the Cattail Marsh before winter converged over the Foothills yesterday afternoon.  I was surprised by how peaceful it was there.  The blackbirds flitted lazily among the cat tails and bull rushes, soaking up the warmth of the setting sun's rays.  I don't doubt that they too knew of the approaching winter storm that was moving our way.  I shall miss my little feathered friends once Old Man Winter moves in for the season.