More typical winter weather greeted us (Mocha and me) on our morning walk. A skim of ice covered the small frog ponds (actually retention pools) at the Garden and bare soil crackled underfoot. The perfectly blue sky reflects the low humidity this time of year; the mountains are sharp in the distance without the haziness of damp air.After refilling the feeders, a parade of Carolina Chickadees and Tufted Titmice are stocking up, along with Northern Cardinals; why not take advantage of easily foraged seeds, after all?
I caught a glimpse of a downy woodpecker moving up one of the dogwood trees, perhaps after a visit to the suet feeder.
And groups of American Robins are getting a drink at the bird bath and water dishes.Best wishes for a New Year of nature watching and gardening!
