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| Our motley supply of shovels |
The winter season's first blizzard moved on during the night, leaving behind a foot of snow, a blustery wind, star-shine and moonlight. Thankfully, we didn't experience a power outage though the wind howled around the corners of the house. My heart and prayers go out to those who did lose their electricity and must manage the best they can until it's restored.
Now the clean-up begins with shovels, snow blower, and roof rake: hard work for anyone facing knee-deep drifts. This before the husband leaves for a full day's employment elsewhere, and I settle at my writing desk to wrestle with words.
Juncos, chickadees, mourning doves, and even a small field mouse visited the bird feeding station for breakfast. They have their own work of foraging for food, water, and shelter. I'm happy to help out.
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| Mourning doves supervise the clean-up |
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