Ahh, the never ending fog has finally cleared, leaving chilly winter days and bright blue skies. I love winter’s light near sunset here on the mountain. Everything turns a lovely, warm golden shade, one last warmth of the sun before night’s fall.
I have discovered after the never-ending autumn that I am out of practice for my winter routine. I have to remember to change the chicken’s water twice a day, leaving the frozen container to thaw in my bathtub. I try giving the chickens extra straw for warmth, but they usually end up kicking it out of their coop. I’ve never understood why.
I spent an awful amount of time looking for my winter gloves and my boot cleats. Fall lasted through the end of December this year, unlike last year when winter kicked in by mid-November. One thing I’ve always enjoyed about living in Pennsylvania is that I could say it has four distinct seasons, usually evenly split. Not this year, not unless winter lasts into April, which seems unlikely, if not impossible.My bird feeders are seeing more action, finally. I have yet to see any unusual species this winter, but even now I’m still hearing migrating geese and have yet to see many waterfowl. The birds that summer in the north have been as slow to head south as I have been to remember what needs to be done during my winter days. I hope we all get it right before long.