“Okay Campers, Rise and Shine, and Don’t Forget Your Booties, ’cause it’s Cold Out There“

Ah, the horror of February.  Interminable days of cold and gray.  I think that’s why February only has 28 days.  It’s to give hope to the faint of heart.  Seeing the calendar flip to March provides some measure, or at least, the illusion of progress.

Camera Girl has been feeding the birds again.  She’s adopted a murder of crows that have been very skittishly approaching the pond to get some chicken scraps that she’s been leaving for them.  But a hawk chased them away today.

Later they settled their differences and started feeding together.  She was very happy about this avian ecumenicalism.  I told her not to be surprised if the hawk decided to eat brother crow while they were lounging together.

So rise and shine campers it’s cold outside and Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow and there’s six more weeks of this nightmare left.

Well just like Bill Murray in the movie, snow is making my life difficult.  It will be slow here on the site while I move X number of tons of snow and then head off to the dentist for Marathon Man fun and games.  I’ll update this update later when time allows.

Update:

Neill has suggested that a machine could replace me in my epic battle with the forces of nature.  But just as John Henry defeated the Steam Engine, I will defeat the bot.  Or die trying.  Well, maybe not.  I’ll probably split the work up into two days.  But it’s still plenty heroic of me.