Hello. I am here.
Image #9 Hello, I am here - February 2017
This is a shot out of my upstairs window towards the road. It is February and the storms have come a few in a row.
I settle in with books, movies, internet, phone, netflix.... silence.
This is technically "the terror time" here on the farm. But I must not be. *
The snow-dusted power line looks like a tightrope to me, and it reminds me that if I were a squirrel I could escape easily.
Oh, maybe ten years ago a pack of squirrels broke into my attic moving along that very route. I let them stay the winter so they might live. The critter buster people told me they would have to kill them. One day I noticed one was gnawing through the dry wall and a groping paw appeared. .. ha.
In the spring I set out a trap on the porch roof you can barely see here, and relocated them one by one to the same spot. Then I patched the gutter.
* "The Terror Time" song by Ewan MacCall
The lyrics recall winters for those without means-- wthout shelter.
This is a shot out of my upstairs window towards the road. It is February and the storms have come a few in a row.
I settle in with books, movies, internet, phone, netflix.... silence.
This is technically "the terror time" here on the farm. But I must not be. *
The snow-dusted power line looks like a tightrope to me, and it reminds me that if I were a squirrel I could escape easily.
Oh, maybe ten years ago a pack of squirrels broke into my attic moving along that very route. I let them stay the winter so they might live. The critter buster people told me they would have to kill them. One day I noticed one was gnawing through the dry wall and a groping paw appeared. .. ha.
In the spring I set out a trap on the porch roof you can barely see here, and relocated them one by one to the same spot. Then I patched the gutter.
* "The Terror Time" song by Ewan MacCall
The lyrics recall winters for those without means-- wthout shelter.
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