It slightly chilly. But philliph didn't let that deter him. He was hungry and really wanted to eat something. Anything, as long as he didn't have to kill it he probably would eat it. Though if push came to shove he wouldn't be very picky about it. As long as it hadn't been able to talk or think he would eat it. He didn't like expending the effort to hunt something though.
So he was doing whatever people like him do when they get hungry. Find the nearest dumpster close to a foodjoint and start rooting thorugh the damn thing. So here he was, awkwardly balancing on the side of the dumpster as he threw cardboard, wrappers and who know what else of crap out of the dumpster. There had to be something edible in this thing. He could smell it! He rooted deeper into the dumpster, now standing on his toes to be able to reach deeper and deeper into the dumpster.