The snow is grinding to a stop as I sit here watching the old man blast the birds off the feeder.....
A man and a machine.... nothing else exists. I experience this phenomenon in summer too; he claims innocence each and every time.
If he were a dog .......
I swear there is a garden ....... in fact a hoop house.
30 mph wind? no problem!
Temps still below zero? no problem!
I will spare you all chicken banter...... let's just say they are not happy, but then neither is the potter.