by Pa Rock
Inside Man
The view through my living room window could be a trailer for yet another movie version of Jack London's "The Call of the Wild." The ground is white, about two inches of snow on top of a sheet of ice, and more snow is blowing past. It is supposed to continue until tomorrow evening. The birds - fifty or so - are all over the bird feeders, and my son threw out an extra bucket of feed this morning, so most of them should be alright.
The three guineas are spending the day inside of the hen house, where they have plenty of grain scattered on the floor as well as multiple water dishes, and the cat has been fed and has disappeared for the day. He is probably holed up in a pile of straw in the barn.
The dogs are a bit of a problem during this foul weather because neither wants to go outside to do their business. Rosie will venture out when I take her, but Riley is big, and old, and brittle, and going outside is a difficult business for him. Nick carries him out several times a day and then carries him back in when he has finished. We are "full service" dog owners. (Actually, the dogs own us!)
I have several groundhogs who reside in tunnels beneath The Roost, and while I did not see any of those large rodents yesterday, I am sure that if they ventured aboveground, they did not see their shadows - which means, according to legend, that winter should end relatively soon.
But it's not going to end today!
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