We all have our own views on the snow.
I love it. I love that gorgeous scrunch as your step on to it. I love the sight and feel of the tiny fluffy dancers as they flutter and fall from the sky. I love it’s stillness and muffled silence. I love that it masks the harshness of the winter landscape and brings breathtaking beauty to everything from the smallest twig to largest and most majestic mountain. It adds beauty without selection, everything has a right to gather its beauty.
Idgy loves snow for sledging, snowmen, snowball fights, snowboarding, snow angels and the prospect of the school bus not getting up the hill and thus avoiding school with that great classic excuse – “We were snowed in”. Alas Billy the Bus has made it up Walton’s Mountain every day this week so she is less than happy. Still she loves the snow.
Minou hates the snow because it is c-o-l-d and not nice to sit on to have a wee etc. She therefore prefers to stay indoors and we run the gauntlet of the pissy-pussy and grabbing her and throwing her out when she starts that mewing and mincing about in threatening to the carpets, cushions and all our belongings manner.
Minou also hates the snow because Finzean has moved back in and she is no longer The Boss and sole animal in house.
Finzean on the other hand loves the snow as it has meant his return to the homestead, comfort and warmth. You see Finzean was evicted two weeks ago. I couldn’t take the stress of the fighting with Minou, her stressing and peeing everywhere and the general mayhem. I put the old rabbit hutch into the stable and filled it with old jerseys and blankets. I left it open so Finzean could come and go as he pleased and I went out every morning and evening to feed him.
It broke my heart to have him rush up to me and take his treats and tuck into his food. I chatted to him and petted him and felt a complete shit. Then this week the snow came and the temperature dropped like the proverbial stone. When I went out to feed my little friend he felt cold even though he had that cosy hutch to sleep in. I couldn’t bear it and on Monday night went out in the snow in my PJ’s and brought him home.
Minou was horrified.
There have been chases (him), shrieks (her) and much growling over the food bowls (both) but we are hanging in there together.
Will it work? Will he have to move out again when it all gets too much? I don’t know, but for the meantime my little furry friend is back in residence and he makes me smile when I don’t feel like knocking their heads together like two naughty school kids.
So we all have our own views on the snow round here. Poor old Minou is in the minority.