If there are too many words, just enjoy the pictures. My sister Rachel took these at the park yesterday.
I intentionally traded my brown alpaca mittens for a pop of color. I found some pretty great red ones in my little basket of hats and gloves, and I'd taken my spiffy scarf along to keep my face warm, just in case.
The trees and bushes were full of little feathered friends looking for a handout. They know that people mean sunflowers seeds and they're almost always eager to be friends. They landed in our hands one after the other, and sometimes two or three at a time. Rachel said one even landed on my head for a second before taking off again. I was wearing my hood.
We hadn't taken any birdseed with us (I don't know what we were thinking...) but some kind soul ahead of us had left a pile on the trail. I scooped up a handful and we were abundantly rewarded for the meager effort.
We eventually dropped what few seeds remained and headed off down the snow-covered trail. Along the way we passed some folks on snowshoes and another with cross-country skis. We trudged along looking for something wonderful, but saw only snow and trees, which are wonderfully beautiful in their own way, but don't make extraordinary pictures.
Closer to the trail head we ran into our feathered friends again. They were all excited to see us, but we were out of seeds. I stopped to take more pictures; chickadees and sparrows, titmouses, cardinals, bluejays, and even a pair of red bellied woodpeckers, along with two little red squirrels who were ever so much more tame than Little Red here at home outside my window.
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