Don’t even try talking to me before I’ve sucked down a couple of cups of coffee. Coffee must be sucked down while I’m out on the front porch, with a cheap cigar.
Stepping outside and seeing everything covered in white made me feel good. Nearly four months of nothing but brown and gray was getting to me. I need color. White is all colors in the light spectrum combined, so that will do for now.
We barely got a couple of inches, but I had to quickly shovel off the porch so I could stand in comfort with my coffee and cigar. The snow was heavy. I like it that way.
I didn’t expect to see or hear anything in terms of wildlife. The ground critters couldn’t be bothered, but I was surprised at the amount of birds seen and heard. It may as well have been a warm sunny morning. The birds seemed to be enjoying themselves.
I have long sidewalks, a lot of driveway, a carport and a big deck that all needed snow cleared. I was in no hurry. It’s a nice exercise routine. Works quite a few muscle groups and a few hours later, all my muscle groups are feeling the burn. It’s a good feeling. I refuse to use a snow blower. Muscle is good. When I was done, I put up a progress report on Facebook:
When shoveling snow, I refuse to use a snow blower, the former architect/sculptor in me won’t allow things to be done in a haphazard manner.
The end result has to be visually appealing some how.
I’m so happy with today’s results that, of course, I had to sign it…
Down on the river, out on the island, a couple of adult bald eagles and a couple of juveniles seem to have taken up residence. I see them all the time now. While shoveling they were noticed out over the river, drifting. Two drifted inland and over the ravine a hundred feet away. One adult and not far behind, one juvenile.
The analytical half of me wants to look up all the details of bald eagle behavior. The other half is perfectly content at observing and making things up based on what’s been observed. It’s not necessary to suck the mystery out of everything in life.
Somewhere down stream these eagles nest. A few years ago I found a nest, but they’re so big and heavy that it eventually crushed the tree it was in. I think I know where they moved, but finding them will require bush whacking far beyond any I’ve done to get to remote river and creek fishing spots.
The burn in my muscles is telling me I’m not in shape for that yet. Time to bring all the weights in from the garage and put them to use. I refuse to become one of those old overweight waddling guys. I can deal with old, not the overweight and waddling.