We walk and walk all the time. That is what Boza and I do to stay in shape. That is important you know?
This morning the air was perfectly still, the trees had become white leafed look, with the snow coming straight down. It has reached -5 right now at 6:30 a.m. but at 2 a.m. it was still zero. It will be cold today and in the next few days, it might hit -25 below. That will be fun…
The sky cleared in the last few hours and that always means crisp cold air coming from the north…
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Filled the wells this morning and have already walked three times with Boza. I just did his eyes and after that he sleeps another few hours. I take that time to get things done, such as trash hauling, wood stacking and writing. Then when the sun comes up, he will want to take a long walk and then eat again and again. He eats like a horse and every walk is another bowl of food. That is his pattern. We walk and then he eats… Must be nice!
Eat, sleep, walk, eat, sleep, walk and so on…
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The internet is working today, yesterday it was very bad. I guess the storm sent it into a tissy fit. Decided to post some images for you to see what we see in the Tiny Russian Village. You know? We still get lots of emails telling me that I am fake. That I as an American would never live under such conditions. Why with all my money and being from “AMERICA,” would I think that I could pull off acting like an American in Russia, much less living in a Russian Village!
My answer is, “Jerks!”
Gonna go walk Boza in a few minutes and try to get a few pictures of a covey of Partridges. There is about 20 to 25 of them and they always allude me as I try to get a good shot of them. It does not help that Boza gets wind of them and barrels along head first, like a bull in a China closet and scares them before I can get that perfect shot… 😉
I though they were Quail, but they are a Partridge and they are neat…
Partridge in a Pear Tree!
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Have a nice day to all my readers and to the ones who hate. God bless you also! For you give me many laughs over the years and I am a, “American living in a Tiny Russian Village!”