Dark and cold alternates with bright and cold. The groundhog predicts six more weeks of winter. Snowing and blowing again today.

We are down to one egg. Feeding 25 ducks and 10 chickens for 1 dozen eggs every 2 weeks makes for very expensive eggs. I gave up calculating the price of farm raised eggs a couple of winters ago. The birds had been producing more when we had a brief warm(ish) spell, but when it turns cold, the egg count drops.

Michael has been stretching our few eggs by making pumpkin scones for breakfast. No wonder I gained weight in January.

The river has been frozen over for a while. When we had a few days with temperatures a bit above freezing, I found open water and birds galore. Eagles make a fascinating high warbling sound when they gather to drink.

Michael and I got to babysit Imogen as she was running a fever due to teething. Daycare abhors a fever. Whip me. Beat me. Make me hold that baby!

Bonus Grand photos. We all await the time when we can run around outdoors!