You could see the buds growing fat too, and you could smell them.

If you opened your eyes and looked in any direction you could see blue sky, big, ragged white clouds, bare trees, muddy earth with grassy patches, and white spots on the shady sides where unmelted snow made the icy feel in the air, even when the sun shone.

You couldn't hear yourself think for the clatter of the turkeys, ganders, roosters, hens, and everything that had a voice.

I was so crazy with it I could scarcely hang to the fence; I wanted to get down and scrape my wings like the gobbler, and scream louder than the gander, and crow oftener than the rooster.

There was everything all ice and mud.