GOOD THING I don't need any garden tools . . . . . . and NO WAY can the dogs get to their bathroom . . . (the little fence surrounding their bathroom area is 24" high). The birds & squirrels were out in full force, looking for food. There was some to be had, but not as much as if I'd been able to get to the feeders and spread some food on the ground, as I do every morning. Somewhere under this mountain is a heated birdbath, which is of no use now. The upper deck, under which lives a flock of sparrows that Daisy likes to chase; they're well-protected . . . . . . of course, rabbits & who-knows-what-else live under there, too, much to the Six-Pack's delight. Same scene, from inside ". . . birds the color of red-flannel petticoats . . .", wrote Dylan Thomas in A Child's Christmas in Wales The fence gate was also blocked off by drifts . . .

THE SNOW PLOW COMES THROUGH HERE