Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Cowboy Bob and Cowgirl Gail “Pa rum pum pum pum.” Whew, the drums are beating. On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, twelve drummers drumming. “Pa...
Category: Christmas
Eleven Pipers Piping?
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I’ve had my eye on Cowboy, watching for all those presents. We now have a pear forest which might be a good idea or not, depending on how hardy pear trees are. We...
Day 10 Ten Lords a-Leaping
Wrinkly Bits A Blog/Poem by Gail Cushman Ten Lords a-Leaping. Fancy that. Montana has no lords. Period. They have cowboys, who are Lords of the Range. So, I thought I should write a poem about...
Day 9: Nine Ladies Dancing
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I am not a dancer, but then, I have a lot of issues. I have clumsy feet, a tin ear, a non-working sniffer, not to mention being directionally challenged, but...
Day 8: 8 Maids A-milking
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman and Cowboy Bob For the past seven days, I’ve been shuffling birds, all kinds of birds, trying to figure out what to do with them. Getting rid of four dozen, more...
Seventh day of Christmas, Seven Swans a-swimming
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Swans are big, water-based birds, nearly five feet long, and at first glance, graceful, loving (they mate for life, unless they get a divorce, apparently because...
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...
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...
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...
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...
On the First Day of Christmas
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I was looking up stuff the other day, you know, checking on some trivia that no one really knows or cares about, and I ran across the old English Christmas carol,...