That’s right. Bring it on, baby.
I have a month’s worth of groceries, a snow shovel and plenty of work and projects to keep me busy. It’s a good thing too because we’re not going anywhere anytime soon. Do you see our driveway? No, I don’t either.
What I thought was eight inches of snow is probably more like 12 or 14. And it’s still coming down. I just returned from a little mercy mission to clear the bird feeders and sprinkle around some whole peanuts and black oil sunflower seed. The birds practically landed on my shoulders they were so happy to see me.
The chickens are just fine in their insulated and heated coop. But they were confused when I opened their window to the world and there were no colors out there—just white. I figure they’ll get tired of looking out in a while and I’ll go back and close the window.
For little dogs, Sarah and Sophie adore the snow. They hop around like bunnies—well, at least until they get bogged down. So this morning’s exercise was some aerobic snow shoveling for a small potty path.
The East Coast is getting pounded. If you’re in our part of the world I hope you’re safe, warm and have plenty of interesting things to keep you busy today.
Robin
Wow, do we have snow! I’m guessing we already have eight to ten inches and it’s still coming down and blowing hard.
The little dogs had to plow through the snow in the dark hours of the morning to find a place to potty. Fortunately, they were motivated—if you know what I mean. I’ll have to use the snow shovel to clear a place for them a little later. The chickens will have to spend the day indoors, although I’ll probably open their window for a bit and clear the ramp so they can take a look outside.
Fortunately, we saw the snow coming, so we are stocked up with enough food to get us through the New Year without gnawing off a limb. I also bought mustard greens for the chickens and have a big bag of scratch for an extra treat.
I have enough work and hobby projects to keep me entertained, so as long as the power stays on, we’re happy.
Keep warm out there!
Robin
Robin
There is definitely an 18-year-old male in the house.
Yesterday I made a dozen wild blueberry muffins. I didn’t eat any. Hubs took one to work this morning. But there are only three left.
A half gallon of milk is also missing.
I swear, I feed this guy other food. Just yesterday I saw him eat a scrambled eggs, toast and fake sausage patties, a plate of pasta, a heap of turkey meatloaf and mashed potatoes and at least one piece of oatmeal cake. Probably two.
Gosh, I love having him home!
Robin
Robin
