One thing is for sure: even though it’s wicked cold, the squirrels are out foraging when they can. Lots of them are raiding the buffet I’ve set out for them on the windowsill, and they’re gorging themselves like pigs.
Since I’ve scraped the snow off the sill, and it faces south, sometimes the squirrels have a little nap after their feast of nuts and seeds. I photographed this guy (or girl—who knows?) a few minutes ago, curled up and enjoying what warmth he can extract from the weak sun. The remains of his repast are at his feet.
Thanks to reader Rik, who cleaned up the photo for me: