Cold, Cold Heart And Toes
It’s about an hour before sunset as I sit down at my computer to write this column. The outside temperature is around 10 degrees. There are eight hungry deer munching on whatever they can find in our backyard. Their coats are thick and fuzzy, a sure sign of winter’s hold on them. They stopped momentarily to check me out as I watched them from the sliding door before I moved on to my desk. In the front yard, the birds are flying about their feeders in a frenzy for a last snack before they head to bed for the night. The recent extreme cold has the winged friends consuming more food ...
