like much of canada, corner brook has been hit with extreme cold. the birds are puffed up high in the trees and won't come down to the feeders. abigail rushes out to do her pee and in a bee-line is back to the door in seconds. the sun is weak and pale and brings little light into the house. i have to teach this afternoon but just want to burrow in till spring... i finished the commissioned scarf made from non-wool scraps and am pleased with how it turned out.