Joseph longs for Spring

Joseph roosts by himself about four feet off the floor by the north facing window. He wonders if Spring will ever come to this white and frozen landscape. He longs to peck at the bugs in the soil. He yearns for the fresh garden scraps. When can he strut in the warm sunshine out in the yard?

I can identify with Joseph's sentiments; it has been a long winter already. It seems every other day, it snows, sleets, blizzards or drops some form of cold frozen water from the clouds. However, the nights have been bright with reflections from the white ground. The night landscape was enchantingly beautiful in the full moon light over the weekend.