So much work, so little time. My desk chair has been permanently stamped with the imprint of my rear.
Either that, or my rear has assumed the shape of my desk chair. Not very flattering either way if you ask me.
My wife called me today from work and suggested I take a break and play outside. It was a balmy -12C today (yes, that’s quite balmy after the near -40C we’ve had for the past two days), the dogs were short-circuitng from lack of exercise, and my wife is usually right about stuff anyways (don’t tell her I said that), so I went and played outside.
Although it was dark and grey, fresh snow was on the ground, and I got to try out my new toys:
That’s an old, shrubbed-over agricultural field. There are squat stonerows running along either side of the open area, and lots of early ii trees around the edges (birch especially) along with thick tangles of
invasive buckthorn native hawthorn (thanks for the clarification, Seabrooke!)
Speaking of trees, and of bucks (aw nuts, now my nice little segue doesn’t work as well *harumph*), I found a pretty recent deer rub on a young tree. Bucks will rub their antlers on trees for a few reasons: in the early summer/late fall, they do it to slough off any velvet remaining on the rack; during rut, they rub to mark their territory. If done aggressively enough, this action can kill the tree by cutting the flow of water and nutrients.
The small mugsly dog found something too:
C'mere, you wascally wabbit...
The occupant had left tracks nearby, but wisely stayed out of sight…