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.
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