I laughed to think that they were late for their breakfast seed. I guess such a blustery cold winter’s night and morning had kept them snuggled wherever it is they roost. Wasn’t even 5 degrees and snow was still falling. I saw the shadow of their flock circling over the yard where the seed is spread. Looking out, they were lined up on the fence and scattered over the ground in the thinner parts of the snow. I am probably the only person that shovels not only a driveway and sidewalks but also a portion of the yard. A spot is cleared so seed can be spread. Oh yes, they were here when I moved into this little house. So yes, they have found a way to find food after a winter’s storm. I am also probably one of a few that delights in their gifts of feathers. But still… Silly perhaps, but there it is. And after three hours of shoveling time to put out the seed. I laughed as they flocked around me while I spread the seed. Winter’s softness.