From the bank, we could see our two dedicated ice fishers moving over their fishing holes. The movement was busy. I had eyed them on earlier occasions thinking they were candidates for Slow TV. But today they looked fast from afar.
I had a couple of baggies with cookies for each of them. One showed no interest and wouldn’t take them. I set them down near her. She said she was grumpy. The other was making some faces, I couldn’t interpret. She was very thankful. But packed up quickly, anxious to leave. We followed her because we didn’t want to stay with grumpy. When we walked by grumpy, she slid the cookies at us and said, “Here, I don’t want your cookies.”
It was a good thing they weren’t under the same roof of an ice house.
This is a week with a number of new experiences. This drama lead us to Margie’s house as we followed her from the river. She showed us her kitchen. It was darling. And the fireplace in the kitchen heated it to 83°.
The birds are displaying nesting behavior. Birdhouses are waiting.
If Terry had time, making birdhouses might be a project for him.
Mountain Peace 