We’ve had more snow this winter than I can remember in a long time, since I was a child and the winter of 1968-69…which was unreal.
We have quite a view from our upper livingroom windows, and our front door is behind the snow pile. Anytime we have big snow, we get big drifts in the front yard:
My hubby doesn’t feel the cold…really. And I’ve tried to get him to give up his favorite shirt for over a year– I have to say that a few days after this pic was taken, I found it lining Salem’s cat bed. Anyway, men in the mid-west tend to be hardy and tough…good thing.
The bird feeders hang on this wrought-iron frame, both winter and summer; and the remnants of last year’s sunflower crop are still providing seed and food to the animals. We watched a little squirrel, hanging upside down from the frame, pulling and tugging to yank off a head full of sunflower seeds:
That’s our Resident Elf standing in the driveway. She’s that inconspicuous little shadow on the right:
That’s another daughter behind the drift– and I don’t think it’s enthusiasm you see, I think she’s got cabin fever somethin’ awful. She’s probably screaming, "Give me Spring!"
Up and down the street, no matter where you look…there’s snow, lots and lots of snow:
The bird bath now doubles as a feeder. I couldn’t keep water in it anyway, I couldn’t keep it thawed out:
In spite of this rough winter, our Nebraska squirrels are fat– corn fed!