Today we're back inside winter, once more. Blustery and dark, occasional bouts of rain. Much colder.
For warmth, I turn to the newspapers. When the house is chilled, my own blood begins to flow faster with the words of Frank Rich at the New York Times. (We have it online, here in the country.)
Well, as the Weaver of Grass said yesterday--one jolt of the news per day is more than enough. I'll turn instead toward this stealthy neighborhood hunter (click to see the eyes). Field mice, beware: