This first one is at White Rock.
This one is near Art's Gate. If I had stopped on the tracks, I could have got a pic of a hi-rail truck to the right.
Hi-rails.
The past week has had nights around -30C and afternoons near -10. Yesterday didn't get above -20. The birdies really appreciate breakfast @ the fly-thru.
Chick-a-Dee on a fat ball.
Chick-a-Dee on peanut butter.
This is Her, of the broken leg, noshing on KFC wings and Italian sausage left overs.
Brrrr.
Mrs. Penny. Ummm, I think she just did a number two.
"Geesh, can't a girl get any privacy?"
The waitress bringing the first course.
Yesterday, Groundhog eve., we were invited to the Estate for a turkey dinner. With dressing and all that stuff, I thought that Frank's buns weren't needed, so I made a dessert, instead.
Thats a funny lookin' pizza pie.
Wait now,
Oh, wow! I'm impressed, too.
Just chillin', right out of the oven.
One glazed, cinnamon star bread. Not too bad for the first effort, eh?
Grasshopper noticed this wolf, over a klick away.
I know that it's blurry, but, in the display on the camera you could see that it was sitting, and looking right at us.
It left thru the narrows. It was struggling in the deep snow. The snow is deeper on that side of the lake.
At the Estate. A great big hairy woodpecker on top, and a little downy one, down below.
Mrs. Hairy.
This was the only pic of peeps that I could post. All of the others had people shoving dressing in their mouths, or gravy dripping off of their chins. Your welcome. In attendance: Dame Jose, Brad, Matt, Sir Edwin, Bryan, Grasshopper and, of course, Jordanna.
Can I get three cheers for Shubenacadie Sam and Punxsutawney Phil for delaying bug season for another 6 weeks?
Yeah.
Those cameras make it though to make ends meet on a fixed income. Wait! A fixed income? Now that's funny! Or, the definition of an oxymoron.
Yup.
Check this out, a taxidermist mount of a mustang that was found on road dead. Har,har.
1 comment:
Love the star bread and, of course, all your birds!
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