A light, wet snow fell last night -- nothing to set you out on any winter sport, but it does create a prettier landscape out there.
Of course, the cheepers are grumbling. They were hiding in the garage when I came out to feed them. The brave ones followed me to the barn, but peach the oldest, gets stuck in the snow. It's the only time she willingly lets me pick her up so that I can give her a ride to where the food is.
I'm always uneasy about their treks from one end of the path to the other when there is any snow on the ground. It's such a slow slog for them, that any predator can dance circles around them. It's a good thing that the hens spend most of their waking hours exploring the barn or messing up Ed's tools in the garage. Out of sight and out of mind for the hunters out there.
We are to have a real snow event tomorrow. Let's hope it's enough for skiing!
In the meantime, breakfast ---
--- and a visit to my daughter's, where I promised I'd help with the take down of the tree. I read on some reputable news source that you should not keep a tree indoors for more than two weeks. That seems mighty ridiculous to me. Way too short a time, if you're watering it successfully. Still, our trees have slowly stopped drinking. Time to say goodbye to hers.
The kids are enormously helpful:
... they are the taker-downers and I am the wrapper and storer. we get it done in no time at all.
(Sandpiper wants to help, I know he does! Hey, are you getting ready to crawl?)
(Maybe not.)
Tomorrow I'll take down my tree. Today, it still blows me away in its utter perfection.
