rolanni | Anything Can Happen Day

There were four Very Large white-tailed deer under the neighbor's apple tree this morning, chowing down on the falls. Mmmm, apple slushy. Anyhow, they all four looked up when I came, quietly, out onto our deck, then looked at each other, like, "Well? Who knows what to do next?" The smallest -- I use the word advisedly -- at that point turned tail and headed briskly back into the trees, the other three following.

Happily for me, there was not eight inches of snow with an ice-hardened surface awaiting my attentions, but only about two inches and the ice wasn't that thick. It was also warming up nicely, so things were already melting. I did have to move some snow -- it was like shoveling water, it was so wet, and the ice-ing cohesive enough that I could watch the snow flow beneath it before it broke.

Later in the morning, Steve called out a turkey report. Under the same apple tree were thirteen birds, with the fourteenth in the branches, knocking apples down for the folks at home.

My pass through "Skyblaze" is done and it has returned to Steve. I wrote a couple thousand words today, but then I cut about the same amount, so, yanno, it's all good.

At this moment, just by the way, it's snowing.

Still going with the plan to return to the day-job tomorrow morning, Mr. Spielberg and Mr. Jackson having both failed to call, to say nothing of SyFy. How disappointing.

So, how was your day?