Sunday leftovers

I was on the phone with my mom when I saw this happening outside the window.

I wasn't sure who would go after whom first, and luckily nobody went after anybody,

because how do you explain to the person at the end of the line that you have to hang up

because your cat is attacking a raven or vice versa?

With annual vet visits out of the way, it was time to wrap up the horse trailer for another year,

or so I hope. Not wanting to replace the trailer floor yet again, I throw a tarp over the top 

to keep out the rain and snow. Last year, I had help; this year, I was on my own.

 Aided by a breeze that was blowing in my favor...

 and a strategically placed pulley...

 ...it's a wrap.

 For the record, I wrap trailers better than I wrap packages. 

Maybe if I wrapped packages with baling twine instead of scotch tape, I'd have more success.

The weatherman predicted that my neck of New Mexico would escape last week's arctic blast.

He was wrong. Had I known that the temperature would drop to 16 Thursday morning,

I could have protected Edith's comb with vaseline. Alas, the grey tips indicate frostbite. 

Clara and Peach suffered frostbite back in 2011, and their spikey combs rounded off. 

I haven't the heart to tell Edith that she'll likely lose her signature look.