I wonder why online ads think I want to watch golf on TV? Yeah, I sometimes enjoy watching the best in the world hit a ball into the water or into the top of a tree, but the percentage is low . . .
Semi-warm this afternoon, 40 F in Maine in January. No cat friends on the walk, but I didn't expect them in the damp chill. Haven't see any of our neighborhood raptors in a while, either.
One of the amusing bits from my walk after our thaw, networks of collapsed tunnels under the thin remaining snow cover. Probably meadow voles, which are now cursing their exposure to the fangs and talons of predators.