After taking care of the horses this morning I came back inside. It was 15 below zero with a pretty stiff wind.
Sitting around on a Saturday morning when it's too cold to go out puts me in a mood. I never know which mood until I try a few. First thing I did was write new lyrics to the tune of "Bad to the Bone".
I called it "Froze to the Bone".
That was after three cups of coffee.
Then we looked out at the bird feeder and something hairy was on it. I blinked a few times and thought I saw a Sable. A 1995 Mercury Sable.
We usually call them Marten or Pine Marten around here, but it's the same critter. As it was -15F and windy I guess he was hungry for some suet. Of course he had to get into some contortions to get at it seeing as how he doesn't have a beak like a bird. He managed to get some, though. Here he is taking a break.
I went to start reading a book and after a while something furry at the bird feeder caught my attention. I thought the marten was back. I was wrong.
Of course, there are others who might like a bit if time on the feeder.
Happy Valentine's Day!