Air temperature 63 F, southwest wind 5 mph, fog at the airport but not here. We continue our meaningless illusion. There is no justice. There is just us.
Active feeders this morning -- chickadees, nuthatch, tufted titmouse, song sparrow. Also downy woodpecker on the flowering crabapple, which I amended to a pair when I headed out for my walk. And a squirrel, of course.