Old Man winter finally visited in a more serious way than the few snows we had earlier. The Ariens did the job on the 1/8 mile of drive in usual stellar fasion and Benny romped neck deep in the back yard looking for chipmunk and squirrel tunnels-a favorite winter activity for him. My birds require near daily feeding now, going through two large feeders in two days, and a cake of suet in three or four. The smallest of the lot, the diminutive Black-Capped Chickadees seem to eat a lion's share of the available seed. They have become so used to me over the past years that they have no problem landing on my as I feed.
"There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself." Ruth Stout