It's foggy damp and winter-gray outside my window early this morning. Our resident flock of juncos has congregated around the feeder which I just filled. It was a tufted titmouse with its harsh "beepbeepbeep" that had called my attention to the empty feeder as I was having breakfast - so breakfast had to wait.
Aren't there small buds on the forsythe shoots - and doesn't the light yellow/green color hint of spring?
Pete Dunne in his book "Essential Field Guide Companion" describes the juncos has having an angry, almost sullen expression, if you look closely. I can't agree. Maybe they were just hungry.
It looks like the sun will be coming out now. The sky shows patches of blue and the snow is turning from gray to bluish white. Time to start the day's work....