A snow caterpillar.  This little guy was working his way across the snow near the bird feeder.  Maybe a bird dropped it from the sky like Andre’s mouse, which he spotted draped across a branch on a hike.  I followed the cat’s progress across the snow covered lawn from the safety of my house with the binoculars.  Then I went for a run – and saw a red fox- but when I returned, the snow cat was gone.  The wooly caterpillar’s coat is supposed to predict the severity of the winter but I couldn’t find any information about what it means when you actually see one in winter.  Here’s what the Farmer’s Almanac has to say.

Weather was perfect yesterday and I went skiing at Whiteface with friends, Anne and Tom.  This was my first view of Lake Placid from  a summit.  Tim likes to hike to the top.  I liked the gondola.

My equipment is antiquated, my boots were literally disintegrating but we had a great time.