Poor Ting. The rabbit house is being battered by yet another blizzard. So far the storm has consisted of high winds, rather than large quantities of snow. Ting, who did not realize just how windy it was, ran out of the rabbit house, where he lives, and straight into the wind. He was then lovingly escorted back to the warmth and safety of the rabbit house. After this tomfoolery, Ting decided it was wiser to sit in a pile of hay directly under the heat lamp, than to venture outside in a blizzard.
Archive for February, 2012
20 Feb
Ting Time – Blizzard Tomfoolery
17 Feb
Ting Time – Play with Me
I love the fresh fallen snow. So pristine, soft and beautiful; all I want to do is run outside and make snow angels. Ting feels much the same way. Although he doesn’t know how to make snow angels, he does like to romp beside me while I make them. Sadly as the sun returns, the snow becomes slushy, then muddy and neither one of us wants to be outside.
Ting, an outdoor cat, has taken to climbing the office window screen to observe the activities within the house. I can almost hear him ask, “Can I come in to play, if you aren’t going to come out today?”
5 Feb
A Monkey riding a Donkey
Some days you wake-up and know it is not going to be a productive day. The alarm clock rings and you hear your voice saying, “That darn clock.” You hope for one wistful moment that it really isn’t your clock before you hit the snooze button. Eventually the clock will ring again, the sun will rise, and you will have to pee. The inevitable realization of facing the day settles in and grumbling about a weak bladder, you exit your bed. You have a choice to make, face the day or crawl back in bed.
Accepting the responsibility of being a caretaker, whether for people or animals, you know you have to get up, but you’re not happy about it. So what do you do? Do you grump around or change your attitude?
I choose to change my attitude by monkeying around. I get creative. Today I thought to myself, how funny would it be to see a monkey riding a donkey? So that is what I created.
So on those days when you wake-up and just know it is not going to be a productive day, make it a creative day.
4 Feb
The Wind is a Sculptor
The wind outside blew for two days. Swirling the snow, forming large drifts, changing the landscape hour by hour; the wind was a sculptor.
I’m not a fan of this sculptor.
The wind and continual snowfall rearranged the drifts so many times yesterday, I felt like the shoveling would never end. You can imagine my relief when I woke up this morning to see the wind had blown itself out. The snow had stopped falling and the sun was shining.
I was less relieved however, to see the waist high drifts of snow beautifully sparkling in front of my rabbit house door. So donning my sunglasses to prevent snow blindness, I bravely hoisted my shovel and ventured out into the drifts.
Imagine my horror when I discovered that the drifts in front of the rabbit house were minuscule compared to the vast sprawl of drift blocking the chicken pen.
I have taken a moment from my shoveling to share this post. Wish me luck as I head back outside!
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