SMOKE ON THE WIND

I try to think spiritual thoughts when snowed in, thoughts to uplift my mood, thoughts of my feathered friends and furry little creatures out in the cold. We need to get plowed out. That is what they are saying as well as what I’m thinking.
I can plow a place for them where they can come and dine on black oil sunflower seeds, peanut butter suet cakes, bread, and – yes – even some oatmeal raisin cookies.

It is an honor, privilege and a joy to be able to feed them. They say thank you in so many special ways. They even bring a message from The Creator that they all say and repeat many times over.
God bless you, and God is sending someone to plow you out – so you can get to the store and get us some more bird seed!

Rev. Thomas Dancing Feather Ebbing