I normally drill at waist level, so this was a testimonial to this winter's snow depth. Five seconds after drilling a hole, the first drops welled and disappeared into the gray, bark fissures. Nothing new or exciting has occurred in the weather department - just seasonable temperatures and plenty of snow cover. Sunday's storm started around 7 a.m., and the white stuff fell fast and furious before tapering off in mid-afternoon. We'll get three inches, I suspect.
Gray squirrels continue raiding the feeder.
The only birds that frighten them off are blue jays. Neither Rugrat nor Ringlet has visited this week, though the trail to our place is fairly open. Two weeks ago, we had a dozen robins here eating holly berries. Recently, I also saw a wasp in the house walking on the floor. Those are signs of spring, I guess.