The magic tree

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you’ll know that Danny and I have a fondness for woodland creatures. We both have a deep, deep desire to have a pet, but since we are normally away from home from 6:30 am to 5:00 or 6:00 pm, we feel like we aren’t home enough to really spend quality time with a pet. So, then, we have developed an unhealthy obsession with the critters that show up naturally around our house. We had a squirrel pet at our apartment, and we spent some time with a little owl that showed up in our tree, but here at the house, we have all sorts of animals running around our backyard at all times. We have birds, squirrels, and rabbits everywhere. And, to keep them coming, Danny and I have taken to throwing scraps of carrots, celery, and bread into the backyard. My throws usually land right at the base of our tree, so I have imagined that the animals in our yard think that our tree is a magic tree. They must be so surprised that on top of all the snow is fresh produce.

Here’s a glimpse of our tree right now.


It’s a nice tree covered in snow and icicles. If you look closely in the snow, though, you’ll notice a lot of tracks. They are everywhere–our tree is the place to be.


Do you see all the rabbit tracks?

What kind of bird do you think made these?


Is it wrong for me to think that animals catch a glimpse of my food offerings and feel warm during this horrible winter? Do you think they feel like someone, somewhere loves them? Ok, maybe I am getting a little too into this. But, I hope they do feel more full when they leave our tree.

I’ll leave you with a glimpse of our icicles. This winter is so crazy.



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