We had a lot more snow yesterday and this morning I walked the dog in a crisp minus 7 Celsius. A flock of grouse (I counted 7) has burrowed in our garden last night (they have been spending the night in various gardens in our complex). I was surprised they stayed with us this time because of the dog – I suspect leaving bird food around was too tempting though.
Hubby asked me how do I know for sure they are grouse … told him I know them from Transylvania but the truth is I just recognized them from the Famous Grouse scotch bottle How sad is that?
The coffee is in the French press (my favorite way) - this time I made a Jamaican Blue Mountain brew especially for Blondie (feeling bad for misplacing Coco, birdbrain that I am) .
Wishing you all a super day.
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