This was a brief blizzard with large ice crystals made up of over a half dozen snowflakes. This poor eagle was fearing for the worst and beach combing along the river bank hoping for a small morsel. My camera refused to focus and I tried a dozen shots of this guy while we were both close to each other. It sure did look bad, but I was glad to have weathered it out, it cleared for few more hours.
An ocean of snow contains a pearl, a Trumpeter Swan sitting on the ice by itself.
Three Bluejays sitting at the feeder.
Here are the other two of a group that has stayed together, five total. Sometimes the last children stay with their parents until the next brood is hatched.
It is fun to see how Jays can change their hair.
Oh, sorry to walk in front of your blind. The director of photography arrived, more to record bird songs for a piece he was working on for a local news station. Being 15 degrees made us some of the few human visitors to this park. I would love to have that camera, and really enjoyed watching his mastery at preparing a great piece about the beauty found all around us in the winter. The final piece was exquisite, it was fun watching knowing the creator and seeing similar interests in shots.