west of the moon, east of the sun

Xiggy's age caught up with him very rapidly over the last six months or so. He turned 16 this past January, and we finally had to put him down this afternoon.

I miss him a lot, but he had a good run.

The chickens may hate the snow but the other birds don't mind at all.

I finally got a decent picture of our ladies. Four of them, anyway. The fifth was hunkered down on the floor by their feeder, for some reason. They're finally starting to really settle in.

I'm up to feed my sourdough starter and I was getting the water when I looked out the window and




I didn't get a picture of all of them--there were at least eight, maybe ten or twelve? Wild turkeys are always fun to see wandering around.