Saturday, February 1

1850: Awkward...

Awkward... but it seems to work.
...but it seems to work.

Fox Squirrel attacking my bird-feeder at -15F. Bear-hugging the feeder with its paws, it uses its tongue to snatch the prize. Seems like a recipe for frozen lips, too. Since it can't hold and shell the seed, perhaps it chews and swallows it whole.

Anyway, it probably is not alone wishing for an early arrival of better times.