Why Canadians have so much character

This is what the front yard looks like this morning.  The time of year when the birds are supposed to be feeling frisky and even dating.  Instead they're huddled under bushes looking irritated.  And hungry.  They went through 5 kilos of sunflower seeds this weekend as the snow fell.  And fell.  (Only the robins were left out, because robins don't eat seeds.  Although one of them looked crabby enough to change his evolutionary path.)

Snow can only go on for so long, we tell ourselves optimistically, and keep shovelling.  Some would call this denial.  But Canadians call it character.

The path to the garage