That famous—OK, infamous—Pennsylvania groundhog did indeed see his shadow early this morning, and if Phil is correct about the meaning of his vision, we're in for six more weeks of genuine winter weather. We shall see. But I did see something I've been waiting for these past several weeks when I put up a bird feeder and attracted only squirrels. Maybe I got Sciurid seed by mistake. Maybe I just needed a bit more patience. Finally, the songbirds arrived, and the Tufted Titmice—that's who's in the image—along with the Chickadees, woodpeckers, Dark-eyed Juncos, and White-breasted Nuthatches settled in to the free-loading life. Maybe this frantic internal engine stoking is telling me something, as in perhaps Phil is right. Birds packing in the calories just might be corroborating evidence that real winter is about to return... and do more than pay us a brief visit.