Goose Feathers On The Garage Floor

Well, after an early start to winter, all of our lovely snow has vanished. It looks like a green (or maybe it's brown) Christmas in our part of the Rockies. But, thanks to one of my husbands customers, who unloaded an extra goose on us this week (and yes, he shot it himself - this is Montana, after all!), we're doing our part to spread some white fluffy stuff.


A wind picked up while my husband was breasting the bird, and there are now fluffy white feathers not only on our garage floor, but in our front yard, and in the neighbors yards, all down the street. I don't know what happened to all the darker feathers, I really didn't look, but we're feeling the shades of Dickens this morning. Is it too late to start a Christmas pudding?



God bless you, every one! Merry Christmas.

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