Overnight the winds blew and the rain fell in what sounded like sheets against the windows. By morning it was foggy and soggy! (Like that? ::grin::) But it was warm, around 50 degrees, and for January in Maine that's a very nice break from the negative temperatures we've been shivering through.
At 7:30am I filled waterers, grabbed the feeder and headed out to the chicken and duck run. A swollen, bubbling brook was enough to get the ducks excitedly (and continuously) quacking. Perfect duck weather! How could I not let them out to explore?
Then, Balsam Fir headed out because he's drawn to the water too. Nothing more exciting to an almost 8-year-old then muddy water (if you know what I mean). He traipsed through the woods surrounding the brook - I don't think his sneakers will ever be the same! ::sigh:: - and had grand plans on making a bridge. His search for discarded wood in the garage didn't turn up enough for a proper one though.
And 2 hours later, with damp hair stuck to his forehead and a soaked jacket, he rounded up the wandering flock and came inside...to put on SHORTS and a T-SHIRT.
If you're wondering, spring has NOT arrived in Maine! On Friday we were below freezing again, but it was a