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Sights from around a slightly snowy Crooked Acres.
I was under the impression that we were really only going to get a dusting of snow Monday night into Tuesday, so imagine my lack of shock when I woke up yesterday morning to find what looked to me like a dusting of snow on the ground. Fred considered it more than a dusting – “It’s at least an inch!” – but I thought it wasn’t anything to get too worked up about. Of course, I had nowhere to go yesterday, so I had the luxury of not having to get too worried about it – all the schools in the area, a lot of businesses, and several big roads were closed, though.
The snow melted almost completely away during the day yesterday, but the forecast was for it to freeze over and then snow on top of that. As a result, everything shut down for today, too. The kittens were due to be spayed and neutered tomorrow, but we’ve rescheduled for next Tuesday. The kittens were A-OK with that, believe me!
I didn’t see it myself, but Fred reported that Stefan was scampering around in the snow like a crazy boy when he first got outside.
“What IS this stuff?!”
Cardinal feather in the snow.
The ditch between the front of the property and the back forty.
“Come on, lady! We needs our treats!”
Note that Gracie is keeping an eye on George to make sure he didn’t get a treat yet.
All of the chickens were in the coop ’til they heard my voice, and then most of them came running out.
When they get their treats, George just stays where he is and gulps his down. Gracie, on the other hand, runs far away and eats her snack, taking what seems like a long, long time to eat it. George eats his in about half a second; Gracie takes three or four minutes, and then runs back to me to see if there’s more.
Chickens didn’t venture far from the coop.
It’s entirely possible that most of them have never seen snow before.
“What. Is going. ON?!”
“I think the sky has fallen. And it’s wet and cold!”
The ducks came out of the pond to see if I had anything for them. When they realized I didn’t, they turned around and went right back into the water.
And glared disapprovingly at me.
Bleh. Cold and wet and dismal. I’d like a nice, clear sunny day IF YOU DON’T MIND.
Stefan prints on the side stoop.
I filled that silver bowl to the top around 7 yesterday morning. The birds flocked to it all day long. By 5, it was completely empty.
Cardinal on one of the feeders – which I just filled up two days ago. I refuse to fill the bird feeders more than once a week. REFUSE.
Corbie couldn’t figure out what was going on. He stayed in his house for about half an hour and then stomped back inside and snuggled up in his Room with a View for the rest of the day.
“Oh, Mister Mouse Scratcher, I love you soooo!”
“I really do!”
It’s a Maria in a box.
Maria and the water bowl.
“Am havin’ quiet time, lady. You go ‘way.”
Dennis the observer.
“Hallo, long-tailed mouse. I love you!”
“I really, really do!”
Couldn’t you just SQUOOSH that boy?
They sure do like to pile up in that bed. Especially Angelo. I think it’s his safe place.
Sweet Miz Poo, curled up and keeping warm.
2013: “Is that the Bat signal again? It’s not, is it? I wanted to take a nap!”
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I love our cats – foster and otherwise – but sometimes I could happily toss all of them in the back yard, bid them adieu, and shut the door FOREVER.
2007: Fred said the other day “I think Joe Bob might be the epitome of a gaum”, and he SO is
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.