My thermometer reads 64F at 1:30 in the afternoon. I took the panther chameleon outside to catch some rays – no UV bulb can compare with the real thing. He’s loving it:
The horses across the street are having a high old time – bucking, kicking, taking mud baths and acting like it’s April (boy are they going to be disappointed in a week or so). I’m glad I won’t be cleaning ’em up…
P.S. – for those who don’t know, I live in New Hampshire. It’s a state that’s not usually noted for it’s balmy winters.
i was outside today in just a light-weight sweater and some cotton pants. wierd. im not sure i like, my new england inner thermometer is all screwed up.
p.s. trogdor shed for the first time with us the other day. so cool!