The one bird species that I usually count on photographing here is the Black-capped Chickadee:
On this day, there was so much bird seed spread out in the park that the Chickadees showed no interest in me nor my pocket stuffed with quality sunflower seeds. Too full:
Here are the birds I was able to photograph:
Park scenes:
NATURE POETRY
A cold coming we had of it
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter. – T.S. Eliot (1888–1965).
Miles Hearn