We snowshoed around the pasture with the dogs. The dogs loved it. The pasture is crisscrossed with dog tracks. They dig holes, they bury themselves, they chase each other tirelessly. I forgot to take the camera out on the walk, so no dog-frolic pix.
We had dinner at Laura-Beth and Denny’s last night with Jim and Brooke and Honey and Bob. We must have had fun because it went til ten, a late night for geezers.
I filled the feeder yesterday, and today the chickadees are swarming all over it.

Hungry bird.

Enough bright sun to get us to snowshoe the pasture.

Yesterday mostly cloudy over two feet of snow.

Icicles of doom hang over the doorway. I can probably pull them off with a roof rake.
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