Today at Iten's Acres: Frightful December 28, 2015

Blustery day at The Acres. The walks were, shall we say, "brisk." I loved them. Feathered friends were quite active. Calico didn't come out until the rain stopped. She sits now by the "bowl" until I come out to put some food in it. She still slithers away and waits for me to go back inside before she'll eat. But she knows that if she just sits there, the old man will feed her. The drops on the trees were freezing today--beautiful sight and even a lovely crackle in the wind at times. The tree tops are howling and moaning, singing the wind's song. The pond is as deep as I've ever seen it. It has gone from a mud hole to a new Great Lake--Lake COBG sounds good to me. The inhabitants are still clustering in the middle. Swimming a little deeper but still leaving a golden tint. An almost winter day. All we need now are some flakes. If all this rain had been snow . . . I'd have been safe in my cave until April. Oh, the trials of being a hermit. "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow." Frightful is good.