Still icy

 Clouds tinted pastel at sunrise.  First awake was a yellow rumped warbler.  Then a downy chased it off the suet.  White throats poked through the frosty mulch.  Then I had to leave for meetings.

At lunch time the regulars were on the seed feeder.  The yellow rump was back, joined by a pine warbler.  A bluebird again drank from the pool cover so I poured more hot water into the birdbath. 

The creek was still mostly frozen solid enough to support a flock of geese.  Mallards joined them in walking around and trying to slurp up whatever they could see through the ice. 

The waning moon was bright in the East at bedtime.