The Piglets Have Arrived

It's raining.

It's wet.

It's cold.

BUT, the Cedar Waxwings have at last arrived and they're eating berries like there's a fire sale on. I've checked out all the little piglets carefully; maybe a northern storm shooshed a Bohemian Waxwing down. Doesn't hurt to look.

'Who you callin' a piglet, piglet?'