But outside the backdrop is white on white. Winters last (hopefully!) hurrah is covering any signs of seasonal change with a chilly blanket.
The ducks seem miserable in the snow, but refuse to stay in their dry hutch, where food and water and deep shavings await them. Instead they forge forlornly about, plopping down every few moments, to (ostensibly) warm their feet.
Little Mr. Bluebird was joined this morning by a lovely female. He showed her where the meal worms are, and they have been gobbling them all all morning. He looks forlorn in the snow.