Even the cats realise it's too cold to go out.

We finally got snow. There's about two decimetres of it, and since the temperature is at fifteen below zero, it's likely to stay for a while.

I feed the birds.

The other day there was something very odd by the roadside: a helicopter flailing about in the air. I had to slow down so I could see what was going on. It was beating snow from the trees along the road, and more importantly, I suppose: along the power line. I knew they do that, to keep the branches off the cable, but I have never seen it before.

That's a problem they don't have in Scania.