I certainly miss the green of spring and summer, and the colors of fall.
Winter is so drab and lifeless.
I’m not cold hardy, either, so my daily outside projects — other than refilling wild bird feeders, opening the chicken coop door in the early morning, changing frozen water containers, collecting eggs, and closing the coop door at “night” (about 4:00 p.m.) when the chickens have gone in to roost — have stopped.
The ground has pretty much frozen, so the 5 acres of fencing I had barely started is on hold.
But the birds are thriving.
I have much respect for birds. All birds. They are hardy and active and welcome signs of life across an otherwise dulled land.
