We have been back in Minnesota from the Rio Grande Valley for one week. We may have pushed the calendar a little this year. I have given most of my serious winter gear to the Salvation Army, but I kept an emergency set of winter clothes, just in case of an outbreak of snowblowers. I am currently in my stall mode, drinking another cup of coffee. I am wearing malone pants with sturdy leather braces, long underwear, and knee-high Filson wool socks. L.L. Bean 14" insulated duck boots, Filson double-cruiser, Makinaw cap and choppers await me. It has struck me that a goodly number of my southerly friends do not even know what I am talking about. Minnesotans of an old school bent certainly do.
Upon returning from the south I made a trip to Farmers Seed to buy black-oil sunflower, niger thistle, and suet cakes. The Chickadees bounced around the branch right over my head watching me fill the feeders. Impatiently dee-deeing, they seemed quite interested in the goings-on ;-). The first one was at the feeder before I closed the door.
Good thing I got my act together; this is the feeder this morning. 4" more forecast.
Next year we ain't comin' back 'til May, or June ......... or damned July! - G.