Day 388: Eight degrees

Wind swept through the yard, bounced branches and whipped the feeders about with Mr. Cardinal hanging on.   A flock of doves, pairs of cardinals and blue jays, juncos and nuthatches darted from shrubs to branches seeking shelter and the only food available.  Apparently, the deer had the same idea cause they came by to finish any seed the birds missed.

Only eight degrees all day, I huddled in sweats in front of the computer or curled up next to the wood stove.   I read a hundred pages of Lincoln from the first battle of Bull Run through the death of their son  Willie.  It's hard to put the book down, but I did revise the chapter on routes and trails.   The major problem today was whether to combine the chapter into the Outdoor Classroom chapter.  I finally opted to keep them separate for now.  I should be able to finish it tomorrow.