They’ve taken to cover, too, I said.
I could smell winter’s coming. It always does in one way or another, of course, but we haven’t had the kind of winter that’s truly memorable for some time.
I don’t believe it will be as heavy as it was the year we had to call on the National Guard for help at Plum Island, and I find it difficult to believe that it will be as bad as the year I stood on top of a drift looking down on a state snow truck stuck just above Mel Pratt’s driveway on Hay Street.
But, let me put it this way. Barn owls are wise, and something’s up.
Bill Plante is a Newbury resident and staff columnist. His email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.