I'm just back from feeding the ferals. It is cold here so I could only put down a few different kinds of dry food for them. I left right away because I just did not want to see them tonight. Being under the weather, and the fact that this emotionally cuts me to the core, I knew I would break down. Most nights I might see one and then a week can go by without seeing any. The odd night I will spot 2 or 3. It's such a tough time for any animal living outside and finding shelter under buildings, in the bush or wherever. Where do they go, these poor cats? And where have they come from? It's always been a mystery. Their little paw prints are in the snow and sometimes that's the only way I know they came for the food. We are in for some warmer weather this week but a huge snow-storm is on its' way.
We were at the property yesterday to meet with the inspector. So far, all has passed inspection so we carry on. While there, I paid a visit to Ed's grave which is just behind the apple trees on our lot.
I was having issues with one of the feeders so I stopped hanging it from a branch and nailed it to the tree. Now the squirrels can't jump in it and have it hanging all topsy-turvy and the seeds flying everywhere.
Look at this cute little bird. They are getting so used to me now they don't even fly away when I approach.
"OK - so that's the plan. Get them used to me so they are sitting ducks. Got it."
"That'll never happen Missy, so settle yourself down."
"Remember, Santa's watching." *wink*
This post was written Dec. 9th. Today it is snowing and blowing all across Ontario. Winter is here.
Thank you all so much for your nice comments about Ed. It was very comforting.