Only the comical, black crows were out at the feeders early this morning. I dressed warm and headed out to top them up before the madness began. Yesterday, I counted over fifty birds at one time gathering for a quick meal during this cold spell. Over-all, there were over a hundred. Poor little things. I don't blame them for calling in all their friends. It is so bloody cold that just standing at the feeders for a few minutes was enough for me. The water in the bath is heated and the suet holders are full. I'll have to hope now that they all do ok.
"Happy Valentine's Weekend, everyone."
Now, that's a fluffed-up Mourning Dove.
The feral cats are another story; one that tears at my heart. I can't do more for them but put lots of dry food down and hope they get it. They are fed well as it's a constant flow of food from concerned people but there are other wild life around. It's a first come, first served situation. In the winter months seeing only cat tracks at the food spots is bitter-sweet. You feel they are getting the food BUT it is proof that there are hungry cats in need. There is nothing I would have loved more than to bring them in somewhere; somewhere warm and dry during this cold spell but I can't. I never see them except the odd time you might get a glimpse of one as it runs from the lights of your car. They live in the bush behind a warehouse and no one really knows how many there are.
There have been cats there for years.
Some hang around; some are just passing through.
It's a sad state of affairs.
It's Valentine's weekend
and that included time with Gwynn.
While mommy & daddy had a quiet dinner out...
this is how much of the evening was spent.
After I got a new hair-doo ;-), we watched some tv.
She was really into that show. lol
Did I mention I will be a Nana again in two weeks?
I'm sure I did. lol
Oh, Nebraska...it is 6 teaspoons.
The sun is out.