When Millie and I walked over the hillside trail this morning, it was cold and blustery. I had put on my warmest puffy coat, the one that reminds me of the kid in The Christmas Story who couldn't put his arms down. And, it had seemed a good idea to carry my umbrella too, but it may not have been for the cattle didn't recognize me at all and behaved quite badly. Here a few of them watched from wood's edge as some seemingly foreboding stranger passed by. The others had already stampeded farther up the hill. Silly cows!
So, here it is... a covered hummingbird feeding station, large enough to accommodate several feeders. Happy birthday (six-weeks late) to me from the Cowboy.
Now, for those Christmas dolls..….