Dear kids, the sabbatical is going okay
except this late blizzard has us all
snowed in. I feed the birds every
day but the feeder is empty by noon.
You can’t see the ground with the pile
up of hungry juncos. There are five
pheasants nearby – I need to find their
spot to leave them a breakfast of goodies…”
This article appears in February 26 – March 4, 2026.

