Despite temps in the low 20s, the bright sunshine made it feel quite mild this afternoon. So I bundled up to refill the feeders, a slow process one-handed and in new snow. After dragging a chair to the porch, I slid the door open to enjoy fresh air and birdsong. One of the pair of Carolina Wrens rattled in the woods and a Tufted Titmouse “peter peter”ed.
With the camera set up on a tripod, I was able to snap a few shots.
Mr. Downy Woodpecker helps himself to some suet.
He’s ready for Valentine’s Day with that crimson heart on his nape.
His Mrs., or somebody’s, waits her turn. At least 5 Downys cycled in and out.
The Dark-eyed Juncos appreciated the return of their buffet tables.
So, nothing out of the ordinary, just a pleasant afternoon visit with the neighbors.