Cold spell

It isn't the deepest cold, just moderate cold. Right around zero. Bearable. At least the sun is out today.

Three goldfinches have found the thistle seed in my feeder, which is nice. They have already nibbled about 1/3 of the seed I put out four days ago. I wouldn't even have known there were finches around if I hadn't put out the feeder. They are cute, puffy little things with a swatch of yellow.

The other feeder with regular old bird food has been undisturbed so far. I am hoping for chickadees.

YESTERDAY, I had so much fun out driving. I took perhaps 100 pictures. I walked through ditches and reeds to get closeups of ice-encased branches. I drove by Varnes Church northewest of Fertile and took pictures of icy trees with the beautiful steeple in the background.

Got home to find that I had forgotten to put the memory card in the camera once again. Ha! Lots of clicking for nothing. For some reason, it didn't bother me. I still had fun.

As pretty as the ice is, it isn't my favorite scenery. In fact, I dislike snow and cold so much that I avoid looking at pictures of snowy landscapes. I can say, "oh, that's beautiful," but my heart isn't in it.