(rare pic of The Bird Man of Mill Woods on a warmer winter day doing the daily feeding)
with a wicked winter wind blowing from the frozen north. A good day to feed them. Makes me think of those birds down on their luck, starving and freezing, seeking out a bush or remote corner to die in. Interesting, given their numbers, that we don’t find more bodies in the spring. Cats and other predators figure in, I suppose.