Singin’ the Blues

31 Jan

It was 3°F when we got up this morning, and this poor fellow was standing in our yard, greatblue4 all hunched up and looking as if he was freezing to death.  He  picked up first one foot and then the other, trying to tuck his poor toes under his feathers.  I told The Squire I felt as if I ought to go throw a blanket over him, or something.

He was poking around near the well, apparently looking for something to eat. This place is a swamp, but goodness!, are there fish out there in the grass? As a matter of fact, that wouldn’t surprise me one bit. We get seed and peanuts for the birds and the squirrels, corn for the deer, and cheap dogfood for the foxes and racoons. What do you provide for a Great Blue? And No, scattering Gold Fish Crackers®, as somebody suggested, probably won’t work.

And yes, I do believe we spend as much on animal food as we do groceries. Why do you ask?


4 Responses to “Singin’ the Blues”

  1. Luanne February 1, 2019 at 1:10 am #

    Oh, poor thing. I do pity the animals and vulnerable people in your freeze! Been 70 here in AZ, sorry to have to tell you!

  2. Garfield Hug February 1, 2019 at 6:45 am #

    Generous and kind of you to think of nature’s friends and include them as part of your grocery bills. I am curious as you mention always, your abode as a swamp. As I live in Singapore, I am trying to picture you off the beaten track of cityscape – am I correct in my assumption and that you are not literally in a swamp 😉

  3. tiggerlyss February 1, 2019 at 2:46 pm #

    Yes, I have experienced the angst of wanting to help the wild critters but knowing any attempt I make would cause more trauma for them. Here is an interesting article about the feathered ones who elect not head for warmer climes:

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