I thought it surely had frozen to death and dropped off it's perch, the goldfinch was hanging upside down, a clever ploy to remove family member from the breakfast bar. They proceeded to have a dust up.
It is so cold that whippet's teeth quietly chatter, like a road hammer, roaring in the distance.
When the snow finally starts to melt, patches of glistening ice remain covering the field like small pieces of a of a puzzle waiting to be joined together.
Bit of that
Lemming
Creature whose behavior is yet to be explained by exam stress, credit card debt, or mortgage worries.
Happy New Year Den!!! Lets hope this decade is a good one. XX
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