Sunday Morning in December

My first Sunday off in a few weeks. The dwindling days of December 2021 are plodding off the calendar. 2022 is going to be the year of decisive action. No more making do.

Here is my 24 seconds. With all this rain and generally warm days the fields are still green.

It is cold outside. We had the storms and winds on Friday night but no tornadoes thanks gods. It was a wild black night and Saturday was grim for a number of reasons but Sunday has dawned sunny and clear and cold. Just right for the branch and yard clean up.

I love the frost on the deck.

In 10 days I fly out to California for a Christmas celebration. Which is good. I feel my wings unfurling and they need direction.

Water for birds and ducks and pigs in the winter is a constant worry – with the weather getting colder. I am trialing water close to the house so John can easily fill it while I am away. Wai walks past the house a couple of times a day so he will find it. I don’t worry about Tima so much – she will always find a way to get what she wants. Everything but the cows are free range and the cows have all the gates open now.

The theory is to fill the water bowl with warm water in the morning then empty the bowl after the last chores at night so it is not full of ice by the following morning – making it hard to refill! We can’t leave a heater in it – not with ducks.

Tia has been sold to a friend of John’s and went to live in Kentucky last week. I hope they did not get mixed up in those devastating tornadoes. We have not heard yet.

This wee miss has it sorted.

Living in the glasshouse agrees with her.

I hope you are all ok.

Cecilia