The pigeons, Chicken & Dumpling, finally blend into their surroundings . . . their snowy white usually beams like a beacon.
Look at my sweet, little Dumpling . . . he thinks he's fancy -- and he is! Sometimes he looks just like a big snowflake with a beak.
And here is my little Chicken. She's not a chicken, she's a pigeon, but we named her that because we thought she looked like a chicken . . . that is, until we got real chickens. Anyway, I love her and she feeds my soul . . . when I look at her, I hear a soft music box play in my head. She looks just like something out of a nursery rhyme.
My son tried to get a chicken to come out and play . . . it was her first look at snow; her answer was a resounding, "No!"
Delusions of Reindeur!
Such fun he is in the snow.
Even St. Fiacre, patron saint of gardeners, had to just pause and behold, for it was such a beautiful day.
And finally Winter,
with its bitin', whinin' wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow.