The days are short, and therefore, one finds oneself up and ready to greet the winter sunrises. The sailors' doormat on my back deck is not the soft woven rope it is most often in the warmer parts of the year. The freezing night meant that it was hard as an oven grill to my stocking feet as I hurried out to put some seed for my feathered friends. I have bird feeders but sprinkle a little seed closer to the back door near the water dish to watch antics of those feathered friends at my leisure. I was able to get the house finch (male) in his better color as the sun bounced off the surface of the water and belted his chest with rings of light.
A little later the shy dove came by to peek at me.
It is cold out there, but not too cold for them as they are not all puffed up.