Aretha deserves it.
Snow coming down, with lake effect adding to the inches. I'm savoring my day, not only not at work, but not having to drive in this. Knowing it was coming, we skipped taking out the bins, we never have so much we can't skip a week. Not since our first week in House, when we didn't know which day was the pick up, and whomever was living here before left us with full bins. And no TP in the bathroom.
Seven years ago.
The storm rushed through. We shoveled and salted, the wet slush is melted from our walks. We may get more, the streets should be well plowed by the time I have to drive to work in the morning.
Spotted, and then stood and watched, a tree full of Cedar Waxwings today.
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I don't think I've ever seen a Cedar Waxwing. Do they always wear masks? I went back and read your post about moving in to a new (to you) house and guffawed at the cat's comment about leaving the bed rumpled and going away. That IS a cat for you.
They are improbably colored birds. I have only seen them migrating a few times. Watching snow fall when you don't have to go drive in it can be a distinct pleasure.
I've never seen them before, either. They looked translucent and opalescent. Had to look them up, took a bit of doing, but this is absolutely them.
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