Kathy V. did some research and found out that ground squirrels do, indeed, hibernate in the winter, going deep into their burrows and closing the openings with loose dirt. I like my imagined cold-weather sojourn for the little critters better. I envision them stretched out on some sun-drenched Miami beach, sipping tiny mojitos or Cuba libres with little paper umbrellas while The Girl From Ipanema plays in the background. (I know--too much time on my hands.)
Flickers are back in the area. They've been wreaking havoc over at Joel's, drilling holes in his log-cabin house and pump house. Siding on my house has saved me from the same fate. Before it was installed, the trim boards looked like the aftermath of the St. Valentine's Day Massacre with machine gun holes. Flickers really are pretty birds, larger than our red-headed woodpeckers. Sitting on the deck yesterday, I watched and listened. Their call is a kind of "peeuw, peeuw, peeuw," followed by a deep-throated chuckle.
The girls' milk is going interstate. Monday's customer called yesterday and asked for an extra gallon. His son and wife were visiting from Oregon and were so taken with the goat milk at his house that they wanted some to take home. I'm so proud of my girls.
It occurred to me as I sat in the sun on the deck after milking that I am now going to have to take down those Christmas trees that I (and Dolly) so laboriously constructed. It will be interesting to see how long I can put that off.