February is when this area begins to look like Spring. It always cracks me up because I’ve lived in the coldest, snowiest places for much of my life. Idaho, Vermont, Nevada, Colorado, Alaska – all these places with serious no-holds-barred winter. February is still dead of winter in those places. But here, daffodils are putting up green shoots in February.
So it was quite a surprise when it started snowing a couple days ago. I guess it snowed from Seattle all the way down to Eugene. I’m right between them and at an elevation of 500 feet (152 m), so I tend to get a little more snow here. Compared to all the snowy locations I listed above, it’s not the biggest snow ever. But I measured a consistent 8 inches of snow, and that’s plenty of snow. The birds didn’t know what to think of it.
After only an hour or so, the hens had enough and went back inside their chicken house to stand on dry straw instead of frozen water. I guess I can see the appeal.
Pedro and I decided it was time to play though. He had come over Wednesday to visit for one night, and then got trapped. It’s now Sunday and he’s still here, unsure if his car would be able to safely navigate the hill down to the highway. We bundled up and spent a couple hours outside while the flakes just kept coming down.