When I was a kid, I called these fluffy seed heads pally-pickley-pallers. I'm not sure if that was my own doing or at the twisted encouragement of my Mom and Dad?
Regardless, I saw this one bent over, covered in snow and ice Sunday afternoon and tried to shoot it while the wind was whipping it around. I didn't do too bad considering how much it was blowing around. . .
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