Weather journal meets wildlife journal:
We have robins, orioles, bluebirds, and sand hill cranes. Now if only we had bare ground!
Today’s blizzard dropped about a foot of snow. It’s hard to tell due to drifting. Michael had to dig through a three foot drift to get to the hen house. Other places are scrubbed clean. At least we still have wood in the woodpile.
The deer and pheasants have become ever bolder, raiding the compost pile for any odd apple left over from last fall’s over abundance.
This used to be taller and not so wide. Straw first makes good bird bird bedding and then good garden fodder.
The deer don’t scatter the way the did earlier this winter.
The does will have to drop their young ones later this year or we will be having a serious drop in population.
It iseems unfair to feast while the wild things starve, but it is good weather for stews and soups.
Last summer’s fish in chowder featuring lime and cilantro.
As added bonus photos: I got to visit my parents in New Mexico and my lovelies in Colorado as a break from this unrelenting winter.
Always good to touch home base again.
She will be climbing the bike rack soon...