There were no birds outside, then a squall came up with intense snow.

I walked out to fetch the paper while I could still see, and the deer were emerging from their secret sleeping place in the choke cherries beyond the garage. I stayed back and let them run.

Now that the wind has settled down a bit, the pheasants are out in force, and the evening grosbeaks are making their rounds.

A good morning

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