Wee furries creeping here and there, dancing through the night. Wee furries with brown coats of hair, winter winds are their delight. Wee furries after apples, red traipsing through the corn. Wee furries with their hooves alight on a crispy winter morn.
Golly - already! And the mornings do feel crispy. I like that.ReplyDelete
Lynn~ I walked this road the other day and found a clear hoof print. But the neat thing was the crunch crunch crunch of my footsteps on the crisp lightly frozen mud. All around I could hear thawing.ReplyDelete
We've had some wee furries already. I'm never really prepared, but I love the crunch which you describe so whimsically and well, lg!ReplyDelete
Thank you Talon! We put out corn (and apples when we have them...) nightly to feed the 'wee furries.' :) Yes; I was amazed by the crunchy noise on a part mud part leafy road I take here the other COLD morn. It has since warmed up...in the low 60's today. That feels like summer!! Honestly!ReplyDelete