Hear the weatherman say that the next bit of
snow is going to fall in the higher (8,000 feet +)
elevations.and not where I live (7,000 feet ~).
Failing that, I like to lay on my bed, heating pad
on, and drink hot cocoa with mini marsh-mellows
and real whipped cream watching the 3 silly Putt-
Racks (Guinea fowl) and the one Bantam-type hen
(that flew over the 6' fence one day and decided
to stay) run around the courtyard trying to catch
big, lazy snowflakes. At least, that's what it looks like.
One will rush across the courtyard, putt-racking
( or clucking) and flapping it's wings. Suddenly you'd
see it snap it's beak at something that it had seen.
Then stand around looking puzzled because what it
had just caught suddenly wasn't there. Then, off it'd
go at another. All four of them doing this is hysterical.
snow is going to fall in the higher (8,000 feet +)
elevations.and not where I live (7,000 feet ~).
Failing that, I like to lay on my bed, heating pad
on, and drink hot cocoa with mini marsh-mellows
and real whipped cream watching the 3 silly Putt-
Racks (Guinea fowl) and the one Bantam-type hen
(that flew over the 6' fence one day and decided
to stay) run around the courtyard trying to catch
big, lazy snowflakes. At least, that's what it looks like.
One will rush across the courtyard, putt-racking
( or clucking) and flapping it's wings. Suddenly you'd
see it snap it's beak at something that it had seen.
Then stand around looking puzzled because what it
had just caught suddenly wasn't there. Then, off it'd
go at another. All four of them doing this is hysterical.