Heavy, wet snow...fat flakes floating lazily down.

Dundee cakes, then prep for dinner at the neighbors, which was followed by Sequence. Green lost 3 to 1.

Pax got one today. Returning from a walk, we came around the side of the garage onto the patio only to find a squirrel on the bird feeder (no idea how he got there). Seeing us, he leapt off and landed badly, then bounded through the snow toward safety. Pax quickly overtook him, snatched and threw him in the air—only to see him land at the base of the big red pine where he was able to scrabble out of reach. The blood on the snow, contributed by Pax from a small gash on his cheek, did nothing to dampen his enthusiasm for the hunt.