Walked in the crusty frozen snow today to the bird feeder about 49 paces out, each step a focused to break through the 2 inches of hard top to get to the soft snow of 3 inches making big holes along the way. It is a dry cold snow, so shoes do not get wet at all. Stumping along carefully to the squirrel proof bird feeder, one bag filled with some spillage near to entice. Vowing next winter will hang the feeder on the railing of the deck, easier to get to. On the way back following same indentions, which seems harder as the big broken triangles of snow want to slip off the sides onto the feet. Now to get the other direction with my suet cakes. But rest first. I am so glad my neighbor is feeding the birds. Filled all the feeders before we left on our trip, empty when we got home. Think my leg muscles did a good workout.
My body is protesting so much driving still, had a very lazy day and didn't even pick up a step counting device. I went down to my 'Story Shack' to check the heater was still going to keep the books dry, bit feeble , I'll have to adjust the wick and refill tomorrow. Otherwise I didn't leave the house, so next to nothing.
