It's not Montana cold. It's never Montana cold, but it's cold and I don't want it to be. Weatherman last night said we'd had less than half our normal snow this year and I could have guessed that. There was only once we had enough snow to shovel the drive and there was only a few inches so I never bothered. I don't think we're behind in precipitation though. It's rained a lot this Spring. It's raining right now and has been raining off and on for days. Ground is really soft. I like gloomy, rainy weather but I'm tired of the cold and we need to dry out a bit. John
It has been in the high 30's or mid 40's here. WHat is the cold there?
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It's about the same here. It's finally supposed to warm up here today, to about 58. Just felt colder because it's been so wet and rainy.
I haven't seen Feather for a while, which is nothing too unusual, but Cheri noticed something peculiar the other day. There were 2 or 3 corn cobs laying in the yard. I looked at them and there was no corn on them, and they hadn't been cooked. My theory was that somebody had been feeding the squirrels and they dragged them into the yard to eat the corn. Now Cheri has an Indian jar next to the back door, and 2 days ago a found a corn cob in it with about half the corn still on it. Yesterday, all the corn was gone. I don't know whether it was Feather or not, but somebody's been eating good. John
THe "fog" on camera this morning is not fog, but snow. A storm is going mostly to eastern MT but they said we can expect 5 to 7 inches, though I hope they are wrong. It was like 75 Monday!
Wow, I saw what I thought was fog. We've had 3 or 4 really nice days in a row now. I mowed the yard the day before yesterday and found another corn cob with half the corn still on it, tucked away in one of the flower pots Cheri keeps around the house. The next day, the corn was gone. I noticed something else too. Feather is looking a little chunky and I'm starting to wonder if Feather isn't pregnant. Or maybe he just really likes corn on the cob. He (or she) was playing around our big tree while I mowed until I got a little too close. John