There's not much notice to be taken of sunshine on a frigid day at this time of year unless you're a Cat and a pillow on a window ledge. They meet each other, become one with dreams while the Crows seek out last night's frozen corpses.
A little concerned for the Towhee. They're doing that scratching around, sound
like Elephants in the undergrowth, certainly can give me a start. Tomorrow will
be double romper wear and three vests, so that ice cream might make more sense.