A quiet week in Lopstick, nary a chirping bird (that I've heard), nor a creaking tree branch in the winter wind. The neighbors are even quieter than usual. Then again, even with the sun shining bright, I've not ventured out in the cold to make my rounds. Sheenan is still vacationing with her Bushwacker, and her camping gear is still piled on her driveway, covered in snow. I wonder how many woodland creatures will have taken refuge in the gear by the time she returns. No matter, -- she puts up with the behemoth, so she's surely an animal lover.