The music man donned a pair of snowshoes and brought food out to the crows in the field. In a rush of black wings, claws and caws, a murder desended. They must have been hungry as we have had four snow storms in a week and the snow is thick and heavy. One rested for a moment on his favorite tree, full and happy. I worry sometimes about the forest creatures. I would share my food with them if I could just find some snowshoes to fit my paws. I wonder if there is a snowshoe hare around who is looking for some work.
Man Cat Monday: Pooshkateer Boots
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