Sat here earlier this morning watching Mabel zip from one end of the living room to the other with her tail all puffy and her ears plastered back. Cats, go figure. Drinking coffee and waiting for it to get light enough to go feed the outside critters.
The snow event turned out to be not much - drifted a few spots in, more than anything. Most of it's already melted, but it brought back cold temps and wind. It was 10' this morning, although they're promising it's going to get into the 40's today. The horses are very ready to go back up on grass.
The little birds, juncos, sparrows, nuthatches and whatnot were out swooping, hopping and pecking, trying to find anything at all they could eat. I'd feed them, but don't want to provide that cats with a bird buffet. (I'd much rather they eat mice.)
I've been trying and trying to get a good picture of the woodpecker. He's very audible, but so quick that I usually end up taking very clear pictures of branches. Finally caught him, but not as close as I wanted.
Speaking of mousers...
|Silence and Squeak|
These two haven't forgotten or forgiven me yet. I snapped these thru the kitchen window. (You can see, the snow is pretty much gone.) They were out yesterday sunning in front of one of the outbuildings I've been cleaning out, but as soon as I opened the house door they both disappeared. I'm supposed to take all three of them back in next month for booster shots. Hopefully they'll be a bit less leery by then!
Talked to one of T's sisters over the weekend, and she's located a niece who wants her old upright piano which is currently tarped in the workshop. No idea when they'll actually appear to haul it away, but hopefully soon. And I don't envy them trying to get it tuned! I've been plugging away at cleaning out there again for the last couple of days - it's a project out of the wind and best done while it's cold enough that layers are a blessing. I peel all my outer layers off at the door and then dump them into the washer when I'm done. Blech.
Pulled the drawer out, set it on the floor and gave it a tap with my foot. Presto! Disappearing mouse. I've added "MOUSE TRAPS!" to my shopping list. I really don't mind them outside, and I can't blame them for wanting to live somewhere people haven't been using for years, but we're back and they can move out or die.
But I hauled another load to the dump this morning - I ask you, who saves their old, broken toilet seats? - and I think I'm making progress.