We’ve had some very abysmal weather in the last couple of weeks. Cold, rainy, some snow, a lot of “snain” (that nasty half-snow/half-rain shite that falls with a bitter north wind). March is almost over, thank goodness.
Our small town has had innumerable floods in the past several weeks as the ground is not frozen (MOST unusual for this time of year) and is unable to absorb any more moisture. Forestry companies have denuded the hills around our valley with clear-cutting so there are no tree roots to hold moisture and soil. Consequently, erosion has filled the streams and riverbeds with silt helping to force the spring freshet and rains over the banks and into people’s yards, homes and businesses. It’s been an unusual winter with virtually no snow either. Climate change is real, ladies and gentlemen.
Meanwhile, our overlord, Lucy, is keeping us amused with her antics. She’s an indoor kitty who came to live with us a couple of years ago from our local cat rescue organization, SOS (Save Our Strays). Even so, some instincts never leave.
The kitchen counter window overlooks our front yard and the deck. Through the winter we had feeders hanging from the deck and she is still finding them a source of amusement – cat TV if you will. The parade of chickadees, cat birds, blue jays, red-winged blackbirds, starlings, mourning doves, and my favourites – a pair of cardinals – have kept her entertained for months.
“I know they can’t see me!”
Now that it’s spring, the birds are finding other sources of food but they’ll still come around for a while at least.
“Where are you going?” Her little jaws were “clacking” away.
And, they’re gone. Time to move on for a nap now.
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