The animals are confused and are not hybernating, as many of them should at this time of the year.
Soon it is really time to wake up because spring is very near.
Love,
Vicky

Snow-Flakes
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow.
