Golden light slid across the ice and gathered around the old trees peeking up from the surface of the lake at sunrise on the last day of 2016. The opening in the clouds closed. The wind picked up.
I looked for the birds in the woods. Silence.
“Chirp. Chirp,” a cardinal called out as he searched for seeds in the leaves on the hill behind the bird blind. Sheltered from the wind by the building, a flock of over a dozen birds bounced between the bird feeders and the trees. Black-capped chickadees, white-breasted nuthatches, and tufted titmouses were joined by a red-breasted woodpecker and a goldfinch. I saw a female cardinal disappear into the trees as I walked up. I didn’t stay long. The birds were hungry and I was a distraction.
Take care and thanks for reading.