Bright winter's day. High 11. Almost pleasant walking around—out of the moderate wind that was blowing. But Pax seemed to be in a hurry, and it might have been to get home.

Lots of color at the bird feeder today: black, grey, brown, plus red, white, and blue—if you count the snow. And, of course, the squirrels, who are now resigned to scavenging what the avians spill.