Counting the signs

We snow blow rather than plow, so we don't have

those big mounds thrown up by plows.  Pretty good

depth anyway though.

I didn't used to get the whole "cabin fever" issue.   When I looked after a flock of sheep, the ram went in with the ewes around Thanksgiving.

After that point, it felt like spring was driving in fast.  Every day, dark and intense eyes looked at me, triggering a sense of responsibility for the bellies getting gradually bigger.   The lambs were coming!   I had to get ready!

Without the sheep here, spring can seem a long way away.   So, I have to count the signs.

George thinks that the dull gray/brown gold finches at the feeders are starting to show some yellow.    I am planting the onions seed (inside) this weekend.   George is going to do a bit of catnip seed.   

On the other hand, IF&W relocated a hungry bobcat, who was munching on house cats.

Spring.  Coming.   Must be. 

Wind and waves

We've had a lot of wind this week, but the last couple of days were calm.   There are beautiful patterns like in the first two photos below, but highly variable, all over the hay field.    The last photo was from before the last storm.   It is like a big snow wave hit the hay barn.