Sunshine on Friday after several days of cold and snow.
The birds continued to appreciate the three feeders.
I suppose it was inevitable: Willis the Cat got his jaws around an unwary junco.
I didn't find a pathetic heap of feathers or other remains so just maybe the junco lived to tell about it.
J. promptly got on the scene with some heavy fence wire left over from his sturdy garden enclosure.
Willis and "the girls" were dismayed that their access to the bird feeders has been curtailed.
Think disgruntled catlets sitting on the cement curbing of the basement bulkhead, tails and whiskers twitching in indignation.
What's a cat to do?
A peachy sunset on Friday evening.
The snow melted swiftly all through Saturday and by early this morning it held on only in little hollows and on the north sides of the buildings.
I walked up through the pasture and crossed down to the road at about 8 a.m.--there was a wind that sang in my ears and ground softening to mud under my wellies.
I made many excuses to be outside today.
I hung laundry on the line, where it flapped and billowed and got dry!
I picked up twigs and small branches that littered the ground underneath the maples and the redbuds.
At suppertime I noticed these daffodils standing sturdily on short stems.
This one had opened in spite of being blanketed with snow for several days.
Our local on-line magazine has published the photos under a banner announcing the first daffodil of the season. Daffs are referred to locally as "March lilies."
And on Friday I was presented with a box of Hershey's best--which I am sharing with the presenter, J.
I made him a pan of very fudge-y brownies.
