Cabin fever? It's a good day for a visit.

It's a raw day: cold rain, sleet, a bit of snow. Nature has turned her chilly shoulder to us not revealing her rather cloak-and-dagger intent.

But you got cabin fever and what else are you going to do? Stop by for a visit. Charlie and I are both here and there's a hermit thrush—Whitman's bird with the "song of the bleeding throat"—foraging on the ground by the staff entrance. So what more encouragement do you need?

And we will be showing an animal or two inside.

- Stephen Lyn