Dreaming of Spring Gardening in the Middle of a Wisconsin winter part 2

Sadly, releasing non-native species often doesn't go well for the critters, even those that have been here for long times.

Many people, my brother-in-law included, believe pheasants are native to the Midwest. "The Ring-Necked Pheasant in Iowa," a book put put out decades ago by the Iowa Conservation Commission, goes into detail about how and when the Chinese natives were introduced.

The book is more than a little dry, but it's where I learned that pheasants and chickens are genetically related; both are Galliformes --or chicken-like birds. Probably why I've always liked pheasants!

BIL showed some good decision making yesterday when he returned early from annual deer camp -- which involves a bunch of aging guys who often drink too much while carrying weapons. How can that ever go wrong? In any case, the continuously falling snow and extremely limited visibility convinced him to give up for the weekend.

I also felt like giving up when I was faced with 3-4 more inches of snow by mid-afternoon. At least all the shoveling should improve my upper body strength. :)

It's supposed to warm up here, too, after double-digits below zero. The cold weather advisory expires at 10 a.m. Then I can close the cupboard doors under the kitchen and bathroom sinks and shut off the little heaters aimed at them. I'm grateful for small mercies!
 
20 degrees this morning -- that's about 30 degrees warmer than yesterday early!! And, no snow in the forecast. Santa doesn't need to bring me anything else!!! 🎅

Blair, one of the runner ducks, seems fine today. Yesterday, she was literally frozen to the floor of the shelter. She had relieved herself at some point, didn't move away and the poop froze to her and the floor. I've never had a duck freeze itself to anything, and I hope I never do again. I gently unstuck her with my hands and a microwavable wrap. Of course, as always, Blair -- my most skittish runner -- was sure I was trying to murder her.

Spent some of the day at an auction. Got what I went for at a reasonable price and talked with some of the "regulars" I've known for years. Auctions are a real social occasion for me -- a chance to converse with humans, not critters. (Both are nice!).
 

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