Quiet Sunday

We were so very lucky to have some more snow fall on top of what we previously had.  At least we had time to clean up the last storm before this one arrived.

In the first photo a friendly critter surveys his surroundings while helping himself to a few tidbits of a smorgasboard.  He can’t understand what is happening across the road.  If he were a chicken he’d cross over there and find out, but…

In the second photo we can see what the bluejay was watching.  It is the aftermath of my grandnephew Brian getting his ATV stuck while attempting to push the heavy snow from his yard.  His brother Patrick had to pull him out with the four-wheel-drive pickup.  We won’t mention that this was the second time for this event.

The third photo shows that now those two have left the area, even if temporarily, our friendly little woodpecker came to visit, and partake of whatever that stuff is stuck in the suet.

In the fourth we can note the woodpecker has moved over a few feet to that square tree with the icing on top.  He is probably studying that thing attached to the other square tree to determine if it is edible or not.  He has no realization of what a thermometer sending unit is for an indoor/outdoor temperature rig.  The barn in the background used to belong to my brother Lawrence.  It is where he at one time milked his dairy twice a day.  It now belongs to his son Bernard, and is across the road from my home.