It's been an unseasonably warm winter. Or was an unseasonably warm winter until three weeks ago, when the temperature dropped 40 or 50 degrees and it got a lot more normal around here. This was my first clue that I might need to find my winter coat. That is the inside of my front door, and the white is not paint.
It took a few hours to decide that I was just going to have to turn the heat in the house up a little bit. After all, the babies needed to be warm. In the meantime, the babies had decided that Uncle John was a pretty nice substitute furnace. I discovered them clustered on one level of the Colonade at 11am.
12:35pm. Same place, different configuration.
1:35pm, and they have again re-assorted themselves, but seem perfectly content to snooze the day away in their very comfortable huddle.