The Secret Lair has died and gone to Michigan…

When I let LB out at 5:30 there was no light – I could tell it had snowed but not how much or whether it was still snowing.

It was still snowing. It is still snowing. Big fluffy bundles of snowflakes.

In fact it’s doing that irritating thing where you sweep off your porch and the snow just fills up the stairs behind you.

The ladies have seen so little snow in their lifetimes they don’t know what to do about it. They’re all in the coop, and they’re never all in the coop. Half of them don’t even sleep in the coop. So they seem to have concluded that Ragnarök has come and it’s just not a good time to be a chicken, dinosaur ancestors or no dinosaur ancestors.

As soon as I’m done here I need to turn the computer off and then go clean off the panels – for all the good that will do. Let them capture what few photons are timidly scurrying about. Otherwise we’re just going to stress-test the batteries until the theoretical sun comes out.

And then I’ll need to clean off the Jeep and go do chicken chores and damage control at Landlady’s, Ian’s and TC’s places. That should be interesting – the Jeep’s transmission has gotten to the point where I can’t use the steep part of the driveway until the transmission fluid warms up the forward clutch seals, which means I have to go through the wash first thing in the mornings – and that means following my tracks in the sand to avoid wandering into the ruts and rocks, and I’ll be pleasantly surprised if I can even see my tracks this morning.

Best get to it! Thanks once again to those who provided that winter gear – it’s not that cold and I’m only gonna make my rounds, but this is the sort of morning where a short simple trip can turn into a long eventful one without warning. So I’ll be bundling up.