Exhilarating. That's my bus stop word for today. Rather than being out the expected 5-10 minutes, we waited a full 20. In the winter, every day is different. Keeps it from getting too awfully boring, or at least that's what I'd like to think. If you don't like what is out there today, perhaps tomorrow will be more to your liking. And then again, maybe not.
On our way outside this morning, I filled up the bird feeder and dumped a few handfuls of peanuts at the base of the birch tree. Last year they were enjoyed by bluejays, and last week they were carried of by great black birds.