Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Not much suspense here, but a lot of things happen about dusk. I understand why the herd of turkeys shows up for breakfast every morning, but can only wonder why they troop through the yard every evening. Bird seed is thrown down only once a day and the chickens' bedtime snacks are given in the coops, so food is not the reason for the turkey parade. I don't know where they wander off to during the day, but I know where they come back to before dark.
I'd bagged up the trash to haul down the road and was ready to take the laundry off the line when my niece in New Hampshire called. The east coast has been getting slammed with winter storms. She'd sent photos of snow three and four feet deep in front of the doors, and reported that the drifts were now up to the window level. And here we are on the west coast, hoping there will be even a little rain this weekend. One could wish for a bit of parity.
I never did get the trash to the big road (missed my chance this morning) and the laundry still hangs on the line. Regardless, it was a good day.