The Sixth Day of Christmas, Six Geese a-laying

The Sixth Day of Christmas, Six Geese a-laying

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman When I think of geese, I think of “V” formations above me, flying south for the winter or north for the summer. But I also think of nasty, green goose poop on the ground below me. Geese are usually in groups, (gaggles they are...
On the Fifth Day of Christmas

On the Fifth Day of Christmas

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman, with an excerpt by Cowboy Five golden rings!  It’s about time! Well, that’s the best gift ever, regardless of whether it is in Germany, England, or Columbus, Montana. What girl can’t use a few more rings, especially golden...
On the Fourth Day of Christmas

On the Fourth Day of Christmas

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Four calling birds? I’m not sure about that. We have several bird feeders and buy a lot of sunflower seeds and suet. It is common to see a dozen or more munching birds and if this song comes true, Cowboy is giving me ten more birds,...
On the Third Day of Christmas

On the Third Day of Christmas

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman On the third day of Christmas, my true love brought to me -Three French hens? Does he mean plain old chickens, as in clucking and crowing, laying eggs, and pooping everywhere. I don’t know a French chicken from an American chicken...
On the Second Day of Christmas

On the Second Day of Christmas

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Day One, he gave me a partridge in a pear tree. How lucky for me! What in the world could he give me that would top that, I thought to myself. I looked outside, the sky was pure blue and the mountains were snow-covered and...