Song and white throated sparrows hunted for breakfast in the mulch and the frozen birdbath. Carolina wrens stoked up with bark butter. And then the cat appeared.
The temperature rose into the 40s and the birdbath slowly melted. A song sparrow waded through the tiny ice floes. Downy and red bellied woodpeckers both wanted suet. So did the orange crowned warbler. Much later, a pine warbler wanted a share.
The sun was detectable through the cloud cover but not bright. The clouds frayed in the North briefly. I saw cormorants, hoodies and buffleheads fishing and I believe I glimpsed a grebe.
Sunset on the shortest day lit up the bars of cloud in the West.
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