When last I wrote, I was sitting in the waiting room at my favorite Honda dealer, about an hour south of where I live, and worrying a little about my drive home because of the bad weather.
Fortunately, though, the drive home was a piece of cake – the snow stopped, the roads had been cleared and I was able to move at a decent clip. The odd thing was that the further north I drove, the less snow I saw. And by the time I arrived home, there was only about an inch of the white stuff on the ground compared to the 4 inches further south.
After I got here, I put myself right to work and accomplished my single goal for the day, other than the car thing, which was to get all the holiday stuff packed away. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the trick to accomplishing my daily goals is to not have many.
Maybe that sounds lazy, but hey - it’s the weekend and I’m not going to beat myself up over a long list of things to do. I had two things that had to be addressed today and I did them both, making everything else I managed to accomplish simply icing on the cake.
It became dark all of a sudden in the middle of the afternoon, and then it began to snow as I shot the first of these photos. There are 12 birds that I counted in this bush. I promise, there are 12.
The snow really began coming down at one point. So I took the camera outside.
I still had the 70-300mm lens on.
Then I put the 18-55mm lens on and took this looking out the kitchen window.
Oddly enough, by the time I walked around to the front of the house to get this picture off the front porch . . .
. . . the snow had completely stopped and the sun was attempting to break through the thick cloud cover.
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And tonight, as I wait for dinner to be ready, it’s good to see the house back to normal again. It’s also good to play a little game of fetch in the living room with my little friend.
Here’s a 14-second video that is so boring, you’ll wonder what came over me. But as I was uploading these photos for a post, George came in from a walk with his dad. He came right to me in the living room, then went to his toy box where he spent quite a bit of time until he returned with what he was looking for.
And so I give you -
Fetch in the living room with scary bird.
Please do not judge. The dog has his own couch and we play fetch on it.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .