Lots of chickadees finding food under the tree back.
One cedar waxwing, ONE! They usually travel in a group.
No birders, few birds, just too cold to breathe. At one corner I heard a flock of sparrows chattering away in a dense bush. Suddenly total silence. I knew what that meant. Looked up. Two hawks chasing overhead. Silence is survival.
Time to head home. Too cold. Along the path, fencing. House sparrow flew out to greet me, a very obvious plea for food. It wouldn't budge even with me within touching distance. Fine. Portrait time. That done, sparrow deserved a sitting "fee". Me happy. Sparrow happy.