This was last Sunday when the sun was shining bright -- not today when the snows are flying again but not too seriously. The snow and ice are still clinging to the north slopes and the shaded areas of the woods. Two pathways can only be tread, still, in yak-traks-covered boots.
So birdwatching is de rigueur from the kitchen windows. I am trying to catch the birds in flight but am also coming up with little tableaux like this inquiring house finch and cardinal. Is that sun flower seed shell falling from his beak?
Yesterday Willow and I tried to follow the cry of the Sand Hill Crane. He or she was across the road, up a hill, and try as we might, he kept himself unseen but heard, oh so close. We came back home and heard him once more, and then, could see him flying overhead and to the south. No photos of him, just the sky where he had been!