Winter carries on. It was a balmy -14 C. this morning. Cinnamon continues to sleep at my feet. Several times a night, he likes to come over to me in the dark and pluck the ear buds out of my ears and drag my radio or iPod onto the floor. He's a character!
Nutmeg sleeps alone in the guest room on her wool bed.
I went out in my snowshoes, again. It's good, hard, physical therapy.
There are lots of deer in the yard. If you watch to the latter portion of the video, you can see the deer munching on yummy dead, dried weeds at the back of the yard.
We had a robin on Wednesday. It's not spring. It's just overwintering. I have a page where I track their nests over the spring and summer. I've been tracking its visits.