
Attempted camouflage (Northern Cardinal).
The temperature was 5 degrees (F) when first I checked, and the wind had already risen. Figured it was best just to head out. And, oh, man, was it cold up Beech Hill. Saw ravens, though. And—oddly—a little flock of European Starlings.
Jack didn’t seem to mind the wind and cold. In fact he seemed to dig it, even ran around a little with a grin on his face.
Me? In the middle it all, I know it’s fleeting. And at its end, I feel somehow accomplished, or immune, or amaranthine. I believe a person’s gotta go out for a long walk in deep wind-chill like few times a year, if only to feel like a survivor.

Circles.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 8:15 a.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. White-breasted Nuthatch (v)
2. American Robin
3. Black-capped Chickadee* (v)
4. Common Raven
5. American Crow*
6. European Starling
Elsewhere
7. Northern Cardinal
8. Herring Gull
v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
**Voice only elsewhere