I hate to disappoint the Distinguished Thermometer Yentas (a new sub-culture on social media), but it was well below zero this morning at the farm. The Weather app says it went much lower than that as we slept. I went out briefly in my bathroom for a landscape shot, then hot-footed it back to the farmhouse.
In the window, one of the Finches played hide and seek with me, peering out of the feeder to stare at me. A few minutes later, she was on the other side, resuming her curiousity. Peekaboo, I See You.
It’s cold, but I love the Winter Pasture, and the cold makes Spring all the more precious. We have some chores—we are out of birdseed, among other things—so I plan to read research and sit silently. Silence is glorious in front of a wood stove; once in a while, I must stop, take a deep breath, and figure out where you are and want to be.
I glanced at the news this morning, and you all are correct: a Sanctuary Blog is a good idea.
St Joseph soaking in the arctic light.
Zip always finds the warmest spot on the farm, where the direct sun warms the welcome mat by the back door. The second the sun comes out, Zip is gone in five or ten minutes, presumably for the warmed car house in the barn, the wood shed, and the towel box. He is unflappable.
Peekaboo again
Donkeys, Zip, The Sheep, and the birds care nothing about cold weather. They don’t know that they are supposed to make a big deal of it, as humans do.
