I am reminded of a little poem I heard as I freeze going out to feed...
WINTER Poem
It's winter in Idaho
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Idaho
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Idaho
I'm frozen to the ground!
2 comments:
Thanks for doing our chores. It is way to hot here to go out and do chores so don't complain. It could be worse. Never mind, the water doesn't freeze here.
That is a funny poem. I think that that is my problem. I am FROZEN to the ground!
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