It’s been a pretty mild winter here in Tennessee. When I woke up this morning to a little snow, I couldn’t resist the urge to go outside and build a tiny snowman. Even now, it’s still spitting snow; but I’m sure it will all melt away quickly enough by this afternoon.
Moses insisted on following me outside, briefly. These are his perfect little paw-prints. He only walked around for a couple of minutes before darting back to the porch to go in. The poor little thing tripped going up the steps and face planted on his way up. I think his pride was hurt more than anything.
The bird feeders remain empty because I’ve noticed a young neighborhood cat hanging around using this area as her own personal training grounds for hunting. She’s not quite learned the skill yet, but I don’t want to make it any easier for her.