Blogging on my phone means typing via the hunt and peck method...
Not easy when one is feeling chatty.
Also I cannot get the phone to stop capitalizing the first word of each line.
Poetry, it thinks.
(Ooh....just figured it out.)
Hubbs is still in sunny Florida hanging out with elder relatives
and playing a lot of Yahtzee!
I’m staying on top of farm chores and trying to finish my vine sweater.
Yesterday I spied my first bluebird.
That prompted me to get out and clean out all of the (many) bluebird houses
here on the farm.
I love seeing what the birds use to make their nests.
Sometimes they use moss or leaves or twigs,
and sometimes they use chicken and Guinea feathers.
It’s not unusual to see a couple of the bird houses taken over by mice.
You can tell as soon as you open the side door and see the empty nut shells.
When I dropped the contents of this house onto the snow, a little mouse ran away.
He stopped about 3 feet from me and looked back at me as if to scold me
for having destroyed his home.
I felt so bad, but when it comes to the farm pecking order…
I’m afraid mice are on the bottom of the list.
Yesterday, being Valentine’s Day,
I decided to give my fur friends some special treats.