Yesterday was a study in adventure.
My program began at 3:15. The good ol' weatherman said that we could get 1 to 3 inches of snow.
When my program ended at 4:20, that had been upgraded to 4 to 6 inches.
The program was only 12 minutes from RAPTOR. It took me a solid HOUR to get the birds back.
This particular snow was thick and fluffy like feathers. Very pretty as it fell silently. Onto the old snow and ice from last week.
Sylvester disapproved of the forecast.
Click on the photo....that dusting of snow on his big sweet head just does me in.
By the time I had redeposited all the birds in their mews (and almost ending up on my ass while holding Priscilla), the forecast had been upgraded to 6 to 8 inches.
My trip home usually lasts about 30 minutes. Last night, it took 3 hours.
One of the local radio stations was taking requests from people stuck out in the mess on the highways. Someone requested a good one:
I didn't get above 9 miles an hour. For 3 hours.
This morning, with my good humor restored, we were able to go out and enjoy all the annoying loveliness:
That's a foot of snow on the table behind Isabelle.
Lorelei enjoyed herself, until......
...while making a snow angel, Nellie went in for a kiss and pushed a quart of snow into her face. That was that for Lorelei.
What is it about snow that makes dogs go out of their minds?
"Let's play, Nellie! RRrrrrrrrrr!"
Hooper's a big dog. The snow was hitting his shoulders:
It did my heart good to see Nellie romp and frolic like she was a puppy, instead of a geezer 8 year old:
The pictures don't do it justice. It was a yard full of diamonds.
And now....the goofiest pic I got today:
Hooper in full "Snow Gritties" mode.