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Saturday, December 21, 2013
Icebound...Soon to be Snowbound
A squirrel just slid by....trying to keep his footing on the ice covered snow.Funny little fellow looks like he has skates on. Scrappy little chickadees slipping on the ice covered sunflower seeds. Peck, peck pecking until they break through the thin layer. My foot prints on the snow covered deck...filled with ice this morning. Hard and crunchy walking later to fill the feeder....the railing close by to hang on to, if I need it.Big black crows gathering in the icy street...looks like they are having a meeting about the weather. Probably wondering where their next meal will come from.The sound of a Blue Jay is heard back in the woods. Here he comes, bold and majestic pecking hard with his sharp beak. "Nothing to it"...he might say. Just a normal day in the winter for these hardy birds. Do they know what is coming later today? Are they getting food stored up, like so many people are, for the storm ahead? How do they hang on to icy branches? Do they dread this weather or revel in it? Where do they spend their time during a storm? Questions going through my mind this early morning.
In my world...people are sliding by on icy streets, some bravely walking, Dressed in warm coats, hats, scarves, gloves, pants, and boots. Today isn't a day for fashion. When I go out to feed my birdies...I'll be wearing Joe's old Chicago Bulls jacket, Chicago Bears knit hat, boots, and warm gloves. These are the handiest things hanging on our clothes rack near the back door. Roomy and easy to pull on for me. The neighbors are used to my outfits....a character they might think.
Here in the house....The tapping of the keys, while I type, is drowned out by sounds from Joe's computer...the Clydesdale commercials ....Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without the Clydesdales. Speaking of commercials this Christmas season....aren't you tired of them? Do they encourage you to buy anything? After a lengthy commercial, I sometimes forget what they are selling...
A turkey breast in the freezer downstairs is calling me. If I'm to be snowbound...we will have a nice meal.
We'll get through this one, but please Lord....no snow on the 26th when Joe has surgery.