We’ve had cats cackling at both the front and back doors this morning. A light dusting of snow has sent the birds to the feeders, so little bird tracks are all over the place.
The story out front is a gaggle of robins. They are everywhere. At one point, we had more than a dozen congregated in our little dogwood.
But one in particular caught my attention. And I caught his. He didn’t seem to mind having me around, but he’d open a sleepy eye to glare at me when my camera shutter click interrupted his nap.
He did mind, however, when Violet joined me at the door — and promptly fled for safety.
But then curiosity got the better of him and he slowly came back around.
Once he determined that he was safe, he perched on my landscaping bricks and let me photograph and watch him for a long time.
The cats are still a captive audience at the back door, but I’m contemplating going back to bed. I’ve officially achieved the height of stupidity: I got up at 2:30 this morning to watch the women’s singles final of the Australian Open. Drew was going to get up and watch with me, but he couldn’t manage more than a muffled, “I’m sleeping.” when I tried to wake him. I should have followed his example. I’ll be so glad when these Slams are in a more convenient time zone.
During my morning reading, I saw this really sweet article in the New York Times about two dogs — but it is a heartbreaker. Wish I’d have had tissues first.
hey there, friends 
Joe was just telling me about the New York Times article earlier today. I haven't decided if I'm going to read it yet or not.
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It's a good read, but it is sad. 😦
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