This morning was cold–12 degrees!–when we took the dog for a pre-dawn walk in the Bear Creek Greenbelt. Canada geese were bunched together in the pond that never freezes.
I took a walk at the lunch hour. Most of Bear Creek was frozen or icy, and there wasn’t a muskrat or duck to be seen. At the pond that never freezes, a few dozen mallards had supplanted the Canada geese.
Along the Bear Creek Trail I saw several house finches eating berries:
I was thinking that it was an uneventful walk until I crossed the bridge on my way back home, and happened to look back at the beaver dam. A winter wren!
A tiny bird with a jaunty tail, it flew to the north bank of Bear Creek. This was the best I could manage: