More snow, new desk!

Good news!  Hummers are on their way! We awoke to pretty cold temperatures this morning, after about 8 cm of snow yesterday, so I don't expect them too soon.

I ordered a new desk for JB. That meant I had to move his old desk, which belonged to the previous owners (we bought it from them), into the guest room. It's just a particle board thingie. Isabelle will use it.

It was a heavy box, with another box for the table top. It's from a Canadian company (Effy Desk), although manufactured in China. It was well-packed, and I could barely lift this box. 

I had the base done, I thought, when I realized I had to switch the two bars that hold the power box. I had to take it apart, and redo it. I'm stiff and sore from sitting on the floor for so long, despite a break! Funnily enough, I've a massage booked for this afternoon. 

It's electronic, it raises up and down with the push of a button, and can hold up to 220 lbs. It's sturdy! He's been standing at the island in the kitchen to work on his laptop. This, I hope, will be much easier and provide some more options. His neck and arm are still sore, lo these many months. I loathe seeing him in pain. I warned Caitlin, there goes the family fortune, again, but it's only money and if it helps...

Outdoors, the snow began to melt in the afternoon when the sun came out. 

This morning, we're back to freezing temperatures (-2 C.) and a skiff of snow. The poor daffodils are hanging their wee heads in the cold. I can't bear to look at them!

Yesterday, Cinnamon and I went walkies to fetch trailcam memory cards. One wood duck box has eggs, another box has had a duck in to settle the wood shavings. The oldest box doesn't seem to have a candidate. I've been really careful to stay away from the box with the nesting wood duck, as it's too cold for the eggs to be left for long. She'll come down out of the box for food, and hustle back in.

We met up with You Two . This is what JB calls this pair of deer. He'd go out of the house for his daily walks, and say, "Hi, You Two!" The doe hangs around, and has for a couple of years. Her yearling won't be with her long, as its a male, and they go off to their own winter yards, splitting up for the summer, as well. 

It's funny, seeing Cinnamon on the dock. I've been putting cracked corn in the flower pot for them. I think the ducks  were hopeful that he was going to feed them.