Poor little spring birdies are all atwitter at the sudden dumping of snow in these parts. I saw a couple of them struggling on my birdfeeder and realized that they’d cleaned it out. So now the feeder is refilled, and hopefully my little feathered friends won’t feel the need to head back south. The snow is icky and a pain, but it will disappear fairly quickly. One hopes.
My headcold (a mild one) travelled to my chest last night. So far, I can deal with it, and it hasn’t destroyed my voice. Yet. I play to drink lots of fluids and take things easy. I’d like this to be GONE.