As you can see, however, neither sleet, nor snow, nor dead of morning can deter Mr. and Mrs. Duck from their appointed rounds. Here you see them waddling through the snow. Uphill. With no boots. Two-hundred feet to the feeders and buck naked! IN. THE. SNOW!
So, we can't get out to look for even frozen, succulent Spring grass. Just gotta' stay inside and be BORED. Well, the goatmother has promised to bring me the New York Times Crossword.
So, in the end (pardon the pun), we all just turn our backs and pretend there isn't any snow. Hopefully it will melt soon. In the mean time, what is a six letter word meaning 'Sacred Snack' that begins with 'P' and ends with a 'T'???
2 comments:
Thank you Marigold for reminding me to put out my hummingbird feeder. With all this snow, one can forget it is spring.
Oh, Marigold. For once in my life, I'm speechless: I truly don't know what to say except that I empathize in every possible sense of the word. Snow, Schmow. That's about all I can come up with--at least until I see some evidence that there might actually be a spring this year!!
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