The plow we hired should be here in an hour or so. We spoke to him yesterday, and it did not matter if he waited until today. Probably was a better decision too, considering we had more snow over night.
I will attempt to post all of this stuff in order, but there has been eggnog and brandy, and I might not be able to remember it all.
The next morning:
Those are not ghostly orbs, but snow hitting the lens. After I took this photo, I had to unplug the lights and plug in the electric waterer, so that the chickens would have water. I am thinking of putting up white lights after the holiday. Chickens like it festive too. They would really like me to take that tarp off, and I will as soon as it stops blowing. They have the whole left side open, so they are not totally cooped. hahahahaah I made a joke!
Little bird foot prints on the front porch. I think I must scatter some chicken feed when I fill their containers. That made me wonder if the birds would eat scratch grains for the chickens. I am going to put some in the feeder as soon as I am finished with the blog.
I think Pippin has been into my eggnog. His favorite gift was the box the plastic storage ware was in. It is on the dining room table, and he has been in and out of it for days now.
I have no pride. No shame. I allowed Ann to take this photo of me heading out to feed the chickens today. It was before 8AM, and I bundled up. I fed them warm oatmeal, which they love. Notice Xena’s artwork on the left of me?
As I type this, Brando is sleeping on the bed. I covered him an hour ago. I guess he likes it.
He sleeps so much. Ann says that is the hound in him, the lazy hound.
The plow guy should be here soon. I will certainly document our flight to freedom.
Update: Plower just called. His track hoe is stuck in the snow. This is not a good sign, lol
UpUpdate: We will not be plowed out until tomorrow. I am almost out of brandy for the eggnog. And I am almost out of eggnog for the brandy.
I forgot I had taken these. I like to call them Squirrels at Play in a Snow Storm.