We finally got some snow. It amounted to barely an inch and disappeared by afternoon, but because it has been so rare this year, it was like a follies review for those of us confined to our heated caves. This little Carolina wren just broke into song for about a minute. He was so happy with the snow, I am guessing. He just puffed out his chest and sang a lilting tune. (If you click on the photos you will get a larger view.)
Then this sad little fellow showed up looking for food. Everytime I came to the window he noticed and darted away. He was very wary and it is probably because he has been attacked by something. He is missing his familiar topknot and his wing feathers are missing major flight feathers. If you look carefully, you can see the small gray feather hanging above his backside like a faint gray leaf. So sad for him, but glad that I can feed him and hope he/she makes it into spring.