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It’s finally starting to look like winter around here, albeit a few months late.
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Sunrise over freshly fallen sparkling snow never gets old.
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But along with overnight snow, we’re getting sunny warm days and that means icicles.
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Pretty, as long as you’re not standing underneath one when it falls.
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I love a snowy landscape…
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There’s just something about it that makes me slow down and say, ahhh…..
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We’ve had a few snow storms this month and the inches seem to be staying put for now.
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Which makes me happy… but Lord Dudley Mountcatten?
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Not so much. After an impressive bout of crying and pawing at the door for walkies, the husband granted his wish.
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Which resulted in a face plant off the bulkhead doors and a mad sprint back inside.
Snow.
It’s not for everyone.
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One of our visiting bucks has been looking a little lopsided lately.
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And while losing antlers is a normal annual occurrence for these big guys…
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This fellow has lost one side completely…
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And all but one small branch on the other.
Weird.
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We haven’t had a nice base of snow in so long I find myself walking around the property simply to enjoy the glorious whiteness.
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A path was cut to the man cave/Barn Mahal because, well…
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The beer and alcohol live there.
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I need to take his Lordship back outside now that we have some accumulation.
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I love when the snowfall gently envelops the trees. It’s clean… and peaceful.
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When I fail to shovel off the deck after the first storm? I regret it. Because now it’s probably going to stay that way till spring.
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The birds like our deck railing and land in certain spots to eat their seeds even when the railings are covered in snow.
It’s not hard to see which places.
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Since we’ve been having a warm winter and so little snow, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been enjoying stretching his legs outside. And after a particularly warm spell where I took him for walkies everyday, he’s been antsy for exercise.
Even when it starts to snow.
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Crying and scratching at the door, he talked the husband into harnessing him up and heading out.
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But then? He had second thoughts.
Snow is cold, and more importantly… wet.
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Which is why he hightailed it to the shelter of the woodshed and left the husband out in the storm. Cats are a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.
When the husband had enough and tugged him back out into uncovered territory?
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His Royal Highness beat feet for the back door.
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And assumed the position for a warm rub down and toweling off.
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A warm day in mid February meant His Royal Highness finally got to go outside again.
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Being a fair weather feline who dislikes getting his feet wet…
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Lord Dudley works hard to avoid the snow.
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Bare earth is something to be savored.
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And rolled in.
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Homage was paid to his favorite rock.
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I swear I don’t know what his obsession is with that stone, but he rubs and rolls all over it every single time.
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I woke up last week and found this on our kitchen porch.
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And when there are red squirrel tracks?
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There’s a red squirrel in the vicinity.
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Sigh.
Here we go again….
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Our resident buck is here every night.
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Sometimes alone…
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But most often with his harem and offspring.
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He has a rather strange rack with an extra point on the right.
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But he’s still an impressive fellow.
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Coming or going.
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Our backyard has been pretty busy of late.
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And our resident herd of ten are showing up every night.
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They don’t usually visit when it’s still light enough to grab photos, so this was a treat.
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You can have television. I’ll happily sit and watch these beautiful creatures instead.
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The harem master.
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I’m so glad he made it through hunting season unscathed.
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In case you’re wondering why they’re called White Tailed Deer.
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Our resident herd is back.
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I hadn’t seen them in a while but they came tromping across the back yard looking for a snack early enough the other evening for me to grab a few pics.
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There were 8 total. Does, youngsters…
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And the harem master… who honestly, is a bit of an ass. No one else is allowed to eat until he’s had his share.
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Except this brave little fellow…
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