Lee and Ken are alive and well and living in Nova Scotia

The day after the storm dawned clear and bright.  There was lots of walking behind a snow blower and even a few photos.  The world has been cleaned up by the snowfall and sparkles under a winter sun.  Some of the birds are back in droves.  The chickadees have multiplied as have the lovely yellow grosbeaks.  The little woodpecker is working hard on the Virginia suet and the doves are moving from the feeders to the chestnut tree.  The little tyrant is chattering and scattering birds in gay squirrel abandon, polishing his skills and commandeering every area he approaches.  But the sensible pheasants seem to have hunkered down and have yet to surface post-storm.  And there was a moment.  Remember that Lee and Marguerite have bonded.  Marguerite spends much of her day in the kitchen.  And on occasion Lee is elsewhere.  Well, that lends itself to naughtiness.  And |Our Ken is not always neat and tidy.  Occasionally he doesn't shut a door.  |Occasionally he doesn't hang up pieces of clothing.  Most times he gets away with this.  Enter Marguerite.  There was a jacket, you see.  One that had Billy's name on it over and over again.  Ken was fond of that jacket.  And Marguerite appears to have determined that if Our Ken liked it, perhaps she would as well.  So, the jacket was moved from the flat surface where it had been dropped to a crate where Marguerite could try it on in privacy.  And try it she did.  Apparently, it was a little bulky and didn't adequately show off her svelte figure.  Removing a little down filling would cure that, she reckoned.  Who knew a few feathers would be so noticeable!  and that little tear in the sleeve wasn't a deal breaker - there was still another.  And if there weren't four, what good were they, anyway!  Now, the rips in the front were a bit more problematic but since they are under the tummy, maybe a little duct tape . . .

The kennel increased in number and the geriatric ward is filling.  Willie has been joined by the ancient Welsh.  Dropped off by his entire family (three generations is mighty impressive) he settled in as a seasoned (remember, he was here once before) visitor.  Both the Old fellow and Willie joined Mischka the old OES and all ate with alacrity. Max then settled down for a good nap.   Liard moved in as well - just to keep up the side - and is, well, he's Liard.  Chantelle will be tickled to know that he is here and will no doubt visit just to say 'Hi'.

The house dogs are thriving.  They love the snow, rolling and kicking up Airedale heels as they explore their brand new world.  Charlotte would have preferred a No-snowblower zone' that would retain the light and fluffy white stuff for her rolling pleasure. 

Lunch was the tomato basil soup.  It followed a breakfast of oatmeal and the lovely molasses spice muffins that are baked as you need them.  Dinner was souvlaki with sautêed potatoes and green beans.  Dessert was a chocolate pudding that has a cake-like top with a pudding beneath, some will remember this being made by a grandmother - a Fanny Farmer recipe.  Sometimes winter simply demands retro food.