Sunday leftovers

 The last round of snow is melting. We know this because of the mini-avalanches that occur

throughout the afternoon as the roof heats up. Imagine the sound of a gorilla walking across a metal roof.

That's what a mini-avalanche sounds like. The noise scares the bejesus out of Smooch. And me.

 Alan does not like to stand in the snow.

 He will seek out bare ground, no matter who might be in his way.

 Johnny spends much of his time in the feed room during cold, snowy weather,

emerging occasionally to stretch and catch some sun. 

He is acutely aware that coyotes could be around any corner.

 So are the chickens. They're not strutting their stuff as much as they usually do,

preferring to huddle inconspicuously in the bushes. Smart girls.

 George was about to say something to whomever was approaching from the rear.
It was probably Lucy.

Ears speak louder than words.

 Inside, Smooch and I reviewed my to-do list for the rest of the weekend. 

The materials arrived to re-cover the half walls in the office and the kitchen.

 

I'd show them to you now but that would spoil all the fun for the big reveals.