Choices, choices

The chickadee seems to be trying to decide whether to head to the suet block with the woodpecker, or scoot over to the seed feeder.

It was very cold today, not a terrible wind so if you bundled up you could stand it.  I braved it to take Riley for an abbreviated walk, and as we got closer to the house, he plopped himself down in the grass.  I know he prefers the cold, so I did my best to give him a moment to enjoy it.