The snowfall at the end was giant wet clumps full of air, and that has melted; but the small hard flakes that started it all are still making us look like a Christmas card.
The birds and squirrels are hard at work emptying the black oil sunflower seeds from the feeder, the cats are watching them from the comfort of the window, and the hens are grumbling their feet are cold.
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Yesterday Tommy went for a walk in the snow.
He didn't want to sit in it or play in it, he just wanted to make tracks all through it.
