It's felt like Friday all week long. I'm still tired of this snow, and it's still here. The sun is bright on Clinch Mountain, though, so I hope for some thawing.
About the most exciting thing about yesterday was that I got the rear wall of the Hut finished. I didn't put a coat of varnish on the wood paneling yet, because I have to use heat out there, and I don't want a massive explosion.
Many years ago, a friend was re-finishing furniture and had a kerosene heater that ignited her work, and she was badly burned. I don't want that to happen to me.
The pigeons are still setting, and I'm just hoping and praying for warmer weather before they hatch.
My Red Golden Pheasant males are acting out for the ladies, so I figure I'll soon be getting some eggs from them. I think they're the most beautiful bird.
My Whooper Swan is still missing, and I can't find the body or it, if it's still alive.
None of my birds are eating as much as usual. Someone else told me theirs weren't, either.
I wonder if the cold makes them not want to eat. They've got plenty of food.
I've spent some of my time in the house painting crafts. I could do that all day.
Betty Pike's uncle's funeral is Saturday afternoon. I'd like to go, though it's way over in South Knoxville. She and her mother are very important to me.
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