When I came home this afternoon the birds were trying to find some water through the ice on the pond and bell. They weren’t having much luck, so I bundled up and went out to see if I could help a little. A couple of swats with a heavy sledge hammer did the trick then I set up additional watering stations to accommodate the unusually large number birds roosting about watching me. Soon there were hundreds of birds (a migratory flock of robins seemed the most grateful) in the trees surrounding the yard, making water runs then turning themselves into downy puffs to endure the weather.
I went back out with the zoom lens and some of the visitors are shared below (plus an obligatory gourd picture.)
And then there was this little guy. Not a snow dog, within a minute or two he didn’t even want all four paws on the ground.