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:
On the doubletrack nearby, song sparrows were digging past the snow into the dirt for some sort of tasty morsel:
As I was heading home, I heard a Song Sparrow vocalizing beside Bear Creek. I turned around and looked.
It was gleaning insects:
Maybe the last thing an insect sees . . .