I had to take a double look and a pic. No disrepect to the Amish but...How often do you see a horse drawn buggy at a gas pump? Apparently the Mr was filling containers, the Mrs was left with holding the horse stead fast and the two most adorable little ones inside. But the back was filled with filled gas containers, how safe is that?

While sitting at the computer this morning I kept hearing thump, thump and more thump against the enclosed back porch. So I go and investigate.. what I find are two Carolina Wrens. Remember the back porch is completely enclosed for winter (or at least I thought so) I haven't opened the door since early Saturday. They were a little flightly so I opened the door so they could be on they merry way. But no; they had to be difficult and go under the platform step. (maybe thats how they got in?) They are a pretty little bird, the brown has a nice hue mixed with a white on the breast. Don't forget you can enlarge with a click to the pic; and click again for a slightly larger view. 

Santa is just like me! 

Just for us gals...

Since we gals can't do this in real life....I thought you might like to give this a try.

write your name in the snow

Let The Story Begin....

T'was a week before Christmas.
And all through the house,
Creatures were stirring
especially the MOUSE.
She stole into the livingroom
whilest I'm away
To steal my KISSES from the tray.
While I was looking for something
that I knew had.
Low and behold I found to my dismay,
Twelve KISSES and fuzz laid before my eyes.
No hint of the MOUSE for I am glad.
Let the truth be told to all who wanders
this little mouse will meet her demise.
I hope in time you'll understand,
My KISSES are given, not to be taken.
So beware little creature of where you step!
It could be trap!

Who knows how this story will end?
Maybe never will I tell thee,
But this much I do know...

I only have nine useable fingers left!
To set up her dismise.
It might be easier to get a cat!
HO! HO! HO!

Click the pic to enlarge please to see the the
white circle of where the KISSES were and below is where they ended up at. In a dresser
drawer.

Starts of a nest and my KISSES!

Laparoscopic vs Open

At the end of next month my surgeon will be making this decision..if he can't proceed with the Laparoscopic he'll open me up. Bigger scar and longer recovery time. In which I can't afford either but I can't take the pain anymore. I trust my surgeon to do what he needs to do. He has operated on my dad, my mother, my step-mother, my son and I'm next. But before surgery I have to undergo the scope down my throat. Hey I had it up the ass already, so why not the other way. No prep for this one other than no food and water after midnight. So for the next month or so I'll be poked and proded and hopefully get better. Dlaine is not looking forward to this!

Its bitter cold out with snow and the bishop is filling up for night-time... 

Birds and more birds. Outside temp 21degrees, inside temp 77degrees(remember I have free gas) On top of the suet is a Tufted-Titmouse.

Nuthatcher on the suet. 

Male Downey on the make-shift hanging suet holder that I bring in nightly so that the bear doesn't become too friendly. 

This is the entry to my home, hopefully the following pictures give you a warming feeling of welcome. Enjoy and hope your holiday shopping isn't to tiring. 

Main living-room, I still have to finish the trees. 

Christmas curio cabinet; which pretty much stays like this all year round. 

Coffee table with crochet angels that I made many years ago. 

Flower cart with moose and snowpeople. 

The Sunroom 

Last night when the cold front was moving through and it was very windy out. I heard a rugus outside and turned the Griswalds lights on (5 spotlights that light up 3 arcres) and what should I see! A 200 pound bear having a snack! He not only had suet, he also stole my new finch bag. Bear with me now folks, I could bearly contain my excitement after seeing him. But the bear facts are that I should have had the camera handy. But by the time I got the camera the lights had blinded him and he trotted off carrying the finch bag ...... If Mr. Back Bear returns I'll try to get a pic from inside the sunroom.