Snow is Bad

The little quail babies are back in town. I saw them bopping across the street on Thursday. They are my favorite fowl. Every time I see them, I want to chase them and pick them up and squeeze them. Squeeze them in an I Love Little Pear-Shaped Birds way, not a Squeezing the Life Out of You way.

Unfortunately, the little birds came to town prematurely. It is still not spring. I glanced out the window Sunday morning, saw a little bit of white on the lawn, and thought, "Huh. Manna." But then I opened the blinds and saw the snow piled up everywhere and thought, "Nooooooo!" Not because I can't handle the snow, you understand, but because I feel for the little birds.