Can you see the little boids?  My wife thinks they are thrushes, though they look more like blackbirds to me; they’re eating the remaining apples.

It snowed another eighteen inches or so (45 cm) in the night.  But now it’s stopped and as you can see below, the sky is clear.

While some were breaking out their skis, I was breaking out the snow blower.  My wife had been out at three o’clock this morning telling the council snowplough not to spit his damp, council snow in the direction of our driveway.  The driver cleared the drive as an apology, but then came another foot of the stuff.  It’s beautiful snow, though.  Dry powder, very good for skiing and beautiful for snowblowing.