January 1, 2022

We woke up to several inches of snow on the ground, and more snow falling.  The temperature was in double digits, barely.

In the Bear Creek Greenbelt, here are views of the pond that never freezes just after noon:

Though the western end was icy, the pond lived up to its name

The eastern end wasn’t iced up . . . yet

On the doubletrack nearby, song sparrows were digging past the snow into the dirt for some sort of tasty morsel:

Song Sparrows

As I was heading home, I heard a Song Sparrow vocalizing beside Bear Creek.  I turned around and looked.

Song Sparrow

It was gleaning insects:

Song Sparrow

Song Sparrow

Maybe the last thing an insect sees . . .

Song Sparrow