Where's The Snow Got To

I was out have my pre-breakfast constitutional the other morning when Barney Blackbird popped up on the fence.

"Any bread about Stumpy?" he called at me.

I've told him time out of number that my name is not Stumpy, neither do I look Stumpy - my name is Casper or Mr September for my calendar fans. I decided to give it a rest and just told him there were some bits round by the side of the glass-house.

"This weather they don't put food out for us" moaned Barney. "They seem to think that because there's no snow we can still find food ourselves. Don't realise the plants and things have gone into hibernation too so we just starve."

I look at his bloated belly and thought it will be a long time before Barney starves.

"Have you heard what those people on the talk box have been saying about the weather Stumpy? We should have had snow long before now. My wife is on at me about getting a new brood on the go but I keep telling her it's far too soon to be thinking about that. Blinking women always want you for something Stumpy. You're lucky you haven't got a woman after you!"

He swooped down off the fence and found a discarded croissant (covered in butter) where I had said by the glass-house.

"Good work Stumpy - I'll use you as my spotter." and off he flew.

He's got me thinking - should I get a woman and where is the snow. Life is full of unanswered questions.