Winter's Bitter Bite

     As we SLOWLY progress through the month of January, we need to remember that not everyone has a warm home to come to. Each day as a layer up in various heavy duty clothing to go feed the animals this thought passes my mind. The bitting wind eats at my face and will have a burning sensation as I enter my home. Today, I'm thankful to have a home. It's not anything luxurious, but it gets the job done. Our mismatched flooring has a story to tell. Work with what you have.

    The small tent town on the edge of our county line is a place that needs some assistance. It's progressively growing and I'm not so sure everyone knows about it. In the past few years it moves and reestablishes itself in various areas. From the Fire Service roads to under backroad bridges. I do not know the people who live there or what led them to their current residence. Share some grace their way as this winter weather worsens. When they took chickens from us a few years ago my husband said nothing. They must have needed them to eat. Surprisingly that Spring, some of our fence got put up and mended. I've always assumed it was one of them. 

    How do we get the word out? If you report it they make them move to more remote areas, which means their food source is even less possible. Any ideas?  

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