Last week I tried to toss the kids in the backyard by themselves and this was the result:
"My mitten fell off and I can't get up the stairs and why is my Mommy not coming to help me! Why is she standing at the kitchen door taking pictures of me?"
"No one is ever going to help me. Mommy doesn't have her coat or shoes on and she's in the kitchen. I will be stuck out here by myself in the freezing cold forever. No, I don't want my brother to help me!" The Nuthatch has learned to make his snowangels first thing, before all the fresh snow is trampled.

As he was lying there he noticed something at the top of our tree.
I ran in to switch lenses on my camera so I could get a picture before he flew away. Then I ran in to get my binoculars. Then I ran in to get the bird field guide. I managed to tramp a lot of snow through my kitchen.
He is a sharp-shinned hawk. We have seen them once or twice before in our yard. His feathers are all puffed up to keep him warm in this frigid cold weather. They eat small birds, of the sort we attract with our bird feeders. He was likely looking for a nice snack. I had the kids look around, and there was not another bird to be seen anywhere. They know better.

The Bluejay even paused from eating snow to bird watch for a moment.

I even had a moment or two to myself to capture the snow piled high on some of my wildflowers that I did not get around to cutting down in the fall. I think I'll leave them over the winter from now on. They are so pretty.

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