We have snow and more snow from another stormy Sunday in February. The power was off and now is on. The driveway way was clear but is no more; yet will be again.
The only constant are the redpolls and ducks, the chickadees and pheasants that show up to be fed. We feed them in the blizzard, in the dark and in the storms. We've perfected the art of throwing food out the windows when we can't get to them otherwise.
We can't stop feeding them just because it becomes a challenge.
