Weekly Photo Challenge: Now
Now it’s winter and the snow is as high as little Crow’s eye.
The chickens won’t set foot on the snow, but crow doesn’t mind. She buries her head in the powder and plows, fluffs up her feathers and flaps her good wing like she’s in water. Nothing refreshes like a snow bath! Or maybe she’s making crow angels.
Crow bites at falling snowflakes and contemplates the wintery world.