Poor Herbie . . .

When I turned in last night (this morning) I knew it was snowing (see extra), so why I didn’t think about Herbie then I just don’t know?  I should have told him to stay in bed.
 
This morning when I booted up the pooter and loaded the CCTV program I saw a dark blob on the back lawn.  “What is that?” I thought and brought the patio image up to full screen (top left) – poor Herbie. 
 
By the time I had finished my early morning pooter routines Herbie had given up completely, so I had to rescue him (bottom right).  Give him his due, he did make a brave effort.
 
Anyway, he’s been tucked up under his shelter since seven o’clock this morning, and there he will stay until the weather changes again, or I tuck him up in the shed to hibernate until the spring.