Maddie and Mabel love snow. I have to shovel paths for them, so they’re not up to their eyeballs in snow, and then a patch under the bushes where they can warm their little feet. They are like little down coats, so a little snow is no deterrent to their job of patrolling and guarding the yard.
Gabe hoping against hope it will be warm enough for the patio door to be opened (they won’t stay outside if the door is closed because, I don’t know, cats?) As long as they stay in the backyard and come when I call, they will continue to have backyard privileges. Just not when it’s 30 degrees out.
He’s momma’s boy but she is gone for a Dr. appointment and the wind is blowing. He wants up in my lap.
Random Raccoon. He is part of the night cleaning crew. They do a good job, generally.
It’s been long enough since the last time we had chili to make another batch. This was pretty good. I have to tread lightly with my preferred seasonings because Mrs J will complain.
I’m surprised that starlings have been as scarce at the feeders as they have been.
The Common Flicker is teasing the bright yellow found on its belly and undersides of the wing and tail feathers.
The whitetails are another component of the night custodial staff.
Another bowl of pork noodles made with the broth concentrate. I’m getting better at presenting the soft boiled eggs in these soups. I’ve been cooling the timed eggs in ice water and then peeling them. I put the whole egg into the bowl and then cut it right there. Those were steamed 7-minute eggs.