2 weeks of heavy snow. Most people stuck inside their homes. It really has not been that bad, for me. Sometimes I like my nest, I have no need to rattle the bars of my cage. Course, I am an introvert, I could easily bury myself in comfort. For days. Stare out my frosted window frames, watching with fascination as feathery tipped flakes swirl and dive.
The winter wind, with all its might and sting, looks as if its just herding cats in a rodeo. They flurry-hurry and dive, and then silently tuck themselves back in together.
Resting on the hills and trees like the most perfect mounds of whipped cream.