Never eat a dead chicken on a windy day

Today was nice enough to do some yard work.  No sun but no wind either and about +5C.  I held the ladder while Tanya pruned the grape vines around our front door.  There is a timing for all this.  Trees are pruned in February.  Grape vines in March.  Last year was our best crop of grapes ever.

Then Tanya gathered winter detritus off the flower beds, while I swept the walks and cleaned up the dog run.  The other day Volk brought home a dead chicken from our neighbour's manure pile and proceeded to eat it.  Bad enough, but in a Force 7 Gale Wind, there were feathers EVERYWHERE.  Especially in the flower garden.

Something to look forward to again this fall .