|EMERGING FROM THE GLOOM|
|OUR DISORIENTED RESIDENT CARDINAL|
It has snowed nine or ten inches in the last twenty-four hours and the temperature has remained in the teens or lower. It occurs to me that those are pretty much the conditions under which glaciers form if continued long enough, and it might not be too surprising to see a wall of white advancing through the snow and fog from the north. The persistent rumors of a herd of musk oxen grazing in the apple orchards seem to be unsubstantiated, however. Our resident cardinal seems rather disoriented by all this.