There must be about two feet of snow on the ground. I just trudged outside to check on the chickens. (They’re royally p*@@ed, by the way.) I also broadcast another 15 or so pounds of bird seed onto the snow in the back yard. Can your ankles get frostbite in ten minutes?
I’m back inside and my heart has finally stopped pounding from the exertion. Now I’m going to go play with my houseplants and forced bulbs and sing this little ditty: The snow won’t get me down…oh no…The snow can’t get me down.
Tulipa bakeri 'Lilac Wonder' in the kitchen window
Tulipa 'Prinses Irene' tulips in the kitchen
Tulipa 'Prinses Irene' closeup
I’m not even sure how much snow we have, but we have a lot of snow. So far the power is on. But I don’t think the 100 lbs. of birdseed I bought in preparation for the snow is going to hold out long. The birds are arriving in droves.
See for yourself.
The birds are practically knocking on the back door asking for more bird seed.
Harry ventured out to do a bit of damage control to the chicken coop. The chickens are nestled inside where it is heated and I have given them treats of kale and dried corn on the cob.
At one point there were about 25 cardinals outside in addition to all the other birds.