January thaw

Stella here.
We got us a January thaw goin'. Th' ice along th' edges o' things is meltin' an' I fin'lly got th' path t' th' bird feeder so's I ain't riskin' life n' limb ev'ry time I go out t' fill it.

Don't think I mentioned that th' punkin we had left out on th' back steps was froze right up solid after Thanksgivin'. Looked kinda pretty, so we just left it. Well, there's a couple o' squirrels livin' acrost th' road an' they discovered that punkin an' now that it's softened up a bit they've tunnelled into it an' are picnickin' on th' seeds. Looks kinda disgustin' but I tol' Harvey squirrels got a right t' eat, too, so it's gonna stay where 'tis f'r now.
If I c'n get th' cam'ra goin' I'll take a picture an' post it.

Harvey calls squirrels "tree rats" an' says if we run low on protein we c'n just have a pot o' squirrel stew.
Now that's about enough t' gag me (as th' kids usta say). If we was reduced t' eatin' squirrel I think I'd turn vegetarian like our daughter Jeannie did after th' time she went deer huntin' back when she was a teenager. She's th' reason I make two kinds o' mincemeat at Thanksgivin' - one with deer meat and one with just apples an' raisins an' such.

Th' cat went out this mornin' an' ran smack inta one o' th' "tree rats" backin' outta th' punkin! I happened t' see it happen an' I dunno who was more surprised, th' cat or th' squirrel. I brought th' cat back inside an' she got up in th' winda an' just set there with her chin quiverin'. Back when she had teeth she usta be a dandy mouser, an' I guess she thinks squirrels is big mice. Tol' Harvey about it an' we had a good laugh.

Well, There ain't nothin' much else goin' on. Molly 'n Webb're goin' out t' dinner again t'morra, so th' big ro-mance is still progressin'. She was actually sportin' nail polish last time I saw her. Harvey's buildin' somethin' out in his shed, takin' ad-vantage o' th' warm snap. Me, I'm just bakin' an' en-joyin' th' sun comin' in through th' windas. Like I said when we started this blog... ain't nothin' much t' get too ex-cited about up here in Moose Cove.
So I'll sign off f'r now.
En-joy th' thaw!
Love,
Stella