A winter weather advisory is in effect until 6 p.m. Wednesday for 20 counties in central and southern Kansas, including the Wichita metropolitan area. More than 3 inches of snow is expected in a narrow band of
So, yeah, it’s ice and snow out there and Housekeeper refused to journey the miles today. Uh huh, I blame her. Of course, I’m a meany. I asked her, when she called to tell me she wasn’t coming, If I had to sweep my own damn floors, and she said I never do.
Now who’s the mean one?
Just ice and snow. Yesterday of a good thing. All of the previous ice and snow melted off and it was actually pleasant to walk about the yard. Even the neighbors dogs came out and played in Main Street.
Un-fortunately, there wasn’t much traffic.
I think I’m becoming negative. Cabin fever. Long winter. Although I have been eating well – at least a neighbor so tells me having watched me stow away the freezer grocery’s.
I had to remind him his freezer is three times as large as mine and that I’d helped him butcher five head of cattle to fill various freezers. I think, for all his defensive bluster thereafter, that he is feeling the effects of being winterized also. Even though he does get out to work during the week days.
Or maybe we are just spouting unfriendly remarks in concert with the average American citizen. Now, that’s a bad thought. Very bad.
So I got to remembering good things, you know. Like the day I drove a discontinued road. Thing about discontinued road around here is, they say the road beds must stay there, can’t be plowed or seeded over and the fences must be maintained along the length, but there will be no maintenance done on them.
I like those roads. Driving is a hazard but it is quiet on them and if you don’t mind the bushes scratching the sides of your vehicle you see some neat things. The one that came to mind was a hot, late, June day, no clouds. I noticed a Red Tail Hawk hovering above the road and got all the way to 1st gear while watching it.
Couldn’t understand what it was doing.
About the time I admitted ignorance, another hawk came straight up from the bushes and while that was climbing out the upper one side slipped twenty or thirty feet and dropped straight down from fifty or sixth feet into the bushes near the point of exit of the climber.
By the time the climber was dropping down the and the hoverer was climbing out, I had arrived at a point where I couldn’t see the current hoverer so I stopped and got out of the truck.
What those two hawks were doing was trying to catch a large cock pheasant that was running the under brush trying to escape the attentions of those two hawks.
It didn’t make its escape. The two hawks got a meal working in concert and dive bombed the pheasant to death.
And I got a small lesson in just how not afraid of humans animals are if they are really busy on their own business, because the pheasant was within five feet of my door when the hawk laid into him and ended the chase.
Which pretty well fits cabin fever.
From the reaches,