Mr. Squirrel and his assorted hangers-on have been making their presence known before their usual feeding-time. Mr. Squirrel races to and fro: across the snow; up the trees; between the trees; into his holes; up to the deck; back up to a bare branch where he scolds.
The hangers-on, crows and blue jays, flutter and zip respectively with more than a casual interest. The whole array (five crows and three blue jays) do not descend at once, so I assume one might be keeping an eye out for its mates. However, as I have seen crow chase crow and blue jay flutter at blue jay, perhaps they each come along for a reconnoiter.
And errant seagull or two fly overhead also, high and probably not interested in peanuts. Still, I bet they have an eye out, perhaps to save them that three minute flight to the Bay (as the crow flies).
The peaceable chickadees and sparrows are content with the seed in their feeders.
However, I will make an early appearance and cast my peanuts upon the calm snow. Sure I'll aim one or two at Mr. Squirrel. That way I know he gets them.