Some Do In Snow and Some Most Definitely Do Not

Snow! Therefore Myself will be staying put today. Inside. On the conservatory windowsill. Next to the heated mat for His seeds. (The dampness outside irritates My delicate paws and makes the fur between My toes soggy.)

OLAHF on the other hand adores it. Currently it is in the garden chasing random snowflakes, looking like a giant grey fluff ball. Hasn't been outside long enough to get wet and its fur (and it has So Much Fur) is standing on end in the cold. There are one or two skid marks spoiling the general whiteness where its paws have slipped on landing. And one particularly interesting one that turns a sharp corner and ends just centimetres from My pond.

The female blackbird is still searching for nesting material, picking up twigs and shaking them to remove the snow before disappearing into the juniper. The horror of being eye-balled by a dozen or so dripping pheasants prompted it to abandon the first nest. The new one is further up in an impenetrable place. Shame.