The snow sure is slushy today.
If I owned skis, I would put them on and let the dog drag me around the yard.
Chubby Squirrel came to the door today, and I’m pretty sure he was asking for more corn. Previously, I didn’t believe Moo when she said he had come to the door. I do now. Saw him. Saw him taunting the dog with his tiny fluffiness.
Since the weather turned, the squirrels now consume their cobs in less than a day, whereas before it took about a day and a half.
Yesterday, Chubby Squirrel also sat on the fence outside my bedroom window, where I believe once again, he was asking me for more corn.
Blogging Every Damn Day December is hard, y’all.