Herr Amsel

Herr Amsel looked like he was complaining about the snow that kept falling on his head.
I blipped him in the morning and it kept snowing and snowing and snowing. Went for a after-dark-walk in the village and afterwards cleared the snow off the car which was a good idea. It was more than expected and I needed a broom and time.
No snow photos, didn't like any.

19:40; -1°C