snowy Saturday

A terrible grinding noise woke me at five o'clock this morning. Eventually, I identified it as the sound of a snowplow.  Got up when the sun finally rose, put on lots of warm clothes, and went out to fill the bird feeder and capture some Maya snow zoomies.

No such luck.  Look at her erect ruff and serious face...there was something out behind our back fence, I guess, and my conscientious guard dog had no time for zoomies.  Just enough time to stick her head into the snow, and then give me a few sideways looks and long-suffering sighs that translate into, "If you're out here with me, I can't go bark at the back fence, so really, what's the point?"

Oh well, the birds appreciated my efforts.