|Or maybe he's planning a snowbird.|
I've been working over the weekend, while it alternately snows and rains outside; perfect weather for sitting at a desk in front of the window. Out there, the juncos, chickadees, bushtits, towhees, and assorted sparrows dash and splash about, perfectly happy as long as there's seed and suet.
And a grey squirrel hangs by his toenails to yank at the suet cage. I hope the chain holds; he hopes it doesn't.