Spring, Poding

It is a foggy spring morning. Slim is poding in her nest. I am sipping tea and marveling at the shining yellow the American Goldfinches on my feeder are wearing.

Poding is a word that doesn't exist in dictionaries. At least none that I've been able to find. It means that kneading thing that cats do with their front paws. Everyone says they do it cause it's what they did as kittens during nursing. OK. But. All mammals nursed and I've never seen another mammal do this. Why cats?

Green

I made myself a delicious smoothie: 2 bananas; 1 mango; 1 large handful of raw, baby spinach; 1 Tbl of raw, ground flax seed; 1 Tbl of lecithin; 1/2 tsp fresh cinnamon and a cup of raw, unsweetened almond milk.

I am sipping it now. Jeez, it's good!

I have a warm fire going inside and the wind is howling outside. The sun seems to have finally made it out. I plan to go on an un-clutter mission today. Smoothie first, un-clutter next.

Wildlife update: turkey tracks on the snow. I tossed out a bucket of scratch feed to see if I might get them to come back at a time when I am home and can enjoy the sight of them.

It is inevitable

In spite of how much we all grumble about whether or not it will ever arrive it always does. Spring.

I saw grackles yesterday. My personally designated first sign of Spring. Then come the Woodcock. With all the rain we are getting today I am certain if I go out after work today and walk the shoreline, I will hear them coming in and setting to with their “peent, peent, peent” calls.

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