While he was busy napping, I saw many little birds out in the snow. They could rest easy, knowing that Willie was taking a day off. I suppose they were as baffled by snow in March as I was.
Look at this one, all puffed up. Must have been cold out there with all those white flakes tumbling down.
At this point, I'm hopeful that there will be no more surprise snows. Surely not, right?