I don't know about ferrets, but I know that one Hostafile contends that the pair of foxes who live near his house can eat 20 voles in one evening. I wonder how he knows that. From ehow.com "Wildlife # A variety of wildlife relies on voles as an important food source. Birds such as owls, eagles, hawks and great blue herons prey on the voles by gliding over the area or stalking them from the ground. Other wildlife, including coyotes, foxes, weasels, martens, snakes and shrews, also hunt and eat voles." I don't see ferrets on this list. Is a ferret a weasel? Here is a link that might be useful: Facts about voles

Clipclop your in my thoughts and prayers !! Here is who I am waiting to hear from .... audrey brandyyoho gmom2-6boys grdngramma ishareflowers leann2800 micyrey msirie pinkiris sinbadsmom smitties stefaniechamo susieQsie If you sent to me, and I mistakenly put you on the list, please just send me an email. Also if your a newbie with NO seeds, just let me know that also...otherwise PLEASE send me a list of screen names that your mailing to...ASAP !! I will begin passing around the Elf list tonight, it does take time, and I will update here :) Thanks SOOO much for ALL of you being SOO generous !!!

I grew up in New Jersey....we called it spaghetti sauce, b ut knew that Italians called it gravy. sometimes we ate "deli" if unexpected company arrived....and sometimes as a treat. Eating deli meant going down to the German deli and getting 1/2 pound of boiled ham, 1/4 pound of hard salami, 1/4 pound of head cheese and half a pound of balogna...Oh yes and some hard rolls and half a pound of sliced Swiss cheese....and a pint of potato salad and one of slaw. Packing a lunch for school you packed a salami sandwich or a balogna sandwich or maybe some olive loaf and Swiss or braunschweiger....not lunch meat. Then I moved to Iowa and was served "lunch meat?...WTF? I opened the sandwich and it was baloney. I discovered that lunch meat always is balogna...if Mid westerners want salami they ask for it...or braunschweiger. A stove is a stove, not a range...a cook top is not an appliance with an oven beneath...it's just a cook top. I used to carry a pocket book but that seems to have turned into a purse. Tennies are little white things with rubber soles. Sneaks are a little more...like Reebocks with serious soles and cushioning. I eat dinner, unless it's a "light supper" like before a show or even after an early show. A light noon meal on sunday is Sunday Brunch....while a heavier one is sunday Dinner. It used to be that the kid who works at the grocery is a bagger or a bag boy....while in the mid-west he's a sacker and he puts your stuff into a sack not a bag. Iced tea is never served sweetened and it used to be that unless you specified "black" your coffee came with cream. And "Rye" when asked for in a bar means a blended whisky like Seagrams 7. And why can't anyone outside of New jersey, New York and eastern Pa make a real honest to God hard roll? Soft inside, hard outside crumby and delicious? Anyone got a recipe? Linda C

Perhaps not for you, Tree. Here it has been a difficult six weeks. We have set record low temperatures as well as having overall temperatures 10-20 degrees below average for most of that time. We got something like 7' of snow in that a month and a half. Normally, I have an hour commute, and since I work part time, I stay home when the driving is bad since my commute can get to 2 hours or more. There were a couple of weeks that only went to work 1 day because every other day it was snowing. However, today for the first time since some time in December or perhaps late November, we woke to temperatures above freezing! While it was only 33 degrees, and densely foggy, it makes me hopeful. We have started mud season here. The front walk is finally draining, and driving the dirt roads feels a bit like dancing with the car sashaying in the soft mud. The farm truck delivering manure to the field got stuck yesterday, half in the road and half in the field. After an hour of trying various combinations it took a front end loader pushing from behind and a large truck pulling from the front to free it from the mud. The snow is no longer as high as the window sills in front of the house, so I have hopes that spring is finally on its way.