SNOW DAY!

Yes, its the first snow we've gotten all winter (I'm not counting the 8 snowflakes that fell one night in December - if I hadn't had to take Finn outside right at that moment, I'd have missed them) and its the first snow day all winter. We only got a little more than an inch, but we had freezing rain fall on top of the snow for a bit. I have finished the first bobbin of Frostrosen singles and its such a pretty, happy color for this cold day!
The birds even seem happy to see the snow. They were at the feeder all day yesterday, but I caught a couple of them actually playing in the snow instead of eating. It was pretty funny. We have a bunch of these Mourning Doves in the area and while I love the different colors they have in their feathers, I have to agree with Caleb's assessment of them: he calls them lump birds. They tend to come eat at the feeder in the morning and then in the afternoon they just sit there. Right in front of the feeder so unless other birds are pushy and brave (lump birds aren't aggressive, but they're one of the bigger birds that show up at our feeder), they can't eat. Caleb watched this for a while one afternoon and then told me, "Mommy, those birds sure are lumps!" The name fit, it stuck, and around our house, if you are a Mourning Dove, you are a Lump Bird.
Being the first snow of the winter, and being Finn's first winter, it was also Finn's first snow. It was funny to say the least. The first time I took him outside in it, he thought it was a bit cold on his feet so he pranced in it. He also noticed that it was fun to eat, so he ate a little of it. The second time I took him out in it, he gave up on the prancing and started hopping like an espresso drinking rabbit. Straight up in the air, all four feet, Boinggg! This was accompanied by the discovery that he could sink his nose into it, snarfle the snow and make a little doggy nose snow plow. Boing, snarfle, look at mom with snowy nose, boing, snarfle, look at mom with snowy nose, repeat. After being out in it several more times, he seems to be getting the hang of it and its only taking about 20 minutes to get him to go to the bathroom. If I don't blog tomorrow, please send a rescue team to come defrost the frozen Pink Lemon. I'll be the ice covered lump next to the bouncing, snow snarfling puppy. Oh, and make sure he goes to the bathroom before he comes back inside.