Sunday morning at the window

I couldn't help stalking the beagles with a camera as they stared out the front window at our new blanket of snow. They don't share the window seat on a regular basis, after all Diesel is a bit claustrophobic. But there was plenty of squirrel activity so their minds were focused on that more so than on the close quarters in which they sat.

Vigilance is exhausting.


Might that be a squirrel in the red bushes? Why, yes, it is.