Frosty

Dawn was shell pink in the West.  The dock was white and the birdbath full of ice.  A flock of red wing blackbirds, and maybe starlings, foraged on the lawn across the creek where a guy had run a leaf blower yesterday.  A blue jay dug up and ate acorns the squirrels had buried under the red cedar.  A female hooded merganser and a convoy of geese paddled by.  Then the two great blue herons went chasing up the creek.  This time one landed in the pines and rested for a while. The usual suspects came to the feeder for breakfast.

At lunch, a song sparrow, a couple of white throated sparrows, several juncos, and a blue jay poked through the mulch while the chickadees, finches, and cardinals ate at the feeder.  Across the creek, crows harassed a hawk.