|Photo Flashback to "Rippin', Winter of 2007"|
Nephew, Nike, going for broke with Saint in hot pursuit
But, as often happens in The Great White North, a storm threw a spanner into the works, so instead we stayed home & tucked in around a roaring fire in the woodstove, watching the snow fly off the edge of Mother Natures' temper. We might have had to draw straws to see who had to go out & do the farm chores, but it wasn't quite that cold, despite the arrival of full on Winter (it is -12* today - that's 10*F for my American friends).
Yesterday was calm but cold as Mr Shoes got the first plowing of the season under his belt, pushing clear paths to the Rabbit Shack, the Borg Chicken Collective, the shop, the barn, & clearing the barnyard so that I can walk out to tend every animal without getting snow inside my boots. I hate snow inside my boots; sometimes I'll stand on one leg & try to empty a boot before the snow makes a puddle around my heel, other times I just power through it & turn my boots up over a register when I get back into the house.
I pair down to a single birdfeeder in winter - that may seem backwards thinking, but the feeder that I keep hangs right out there on the back porch where I get to enjoy seeing all the activity. The Chickadees seem semi-dependent on that feeder - it needs filling every 2 days, which attests to the thriving blackcap population on the 4Shoes. There has been a single Blue Jay flying in to raid the feeder - sometimes a swarm of Chickadees will drive him away. I know he's on his own (so far) because when there are a pair of them, they take no guff even from an organized effort by the small birds. That Jay is almost impossible to catch with the camera, but I'll leave you today with this happy winter scene.
The view outside from my dining table; these merry little birds always make me smile. So long as I'm alive, they will always be well fed.