Personally, I'm rolling with the punches. When it's nice I've gone in search of the visiting Snowy Owls. When it snows, I stay in and clean up the backlog of photos from the summer waiting to be processed. (You can't underestimate what an afternoon spent with photos of Piping Plovers, Loons, or Tree Swallows in beautiful sunlight will do to improve your disposition.)
Unfortunately, that means that I have been ignoring Great Meadows. While it can be interesting in the winter, I must admit visiting is a bit more work in the winter, than it is on a warm summer's morning.
At first glance you might think that the refuge is closed for the season, since many of the sights are buried in snow.
Great Meadows version of moguls in support of our winter olympians
With so much snow it's packed everywhere
The stealthy tracks of the coyote. (Do you notice they rarely walk in a straight line?)
Like old time Yankees, the woodpeckers aren't bothered by a little snow and cold