I am not a fan of Winter. The cold and lifeless nature of it has for years weighted me down. The three-plus months of the year it occupies I had wished I was a bear. Though I know nature is resting so was can have new life in the Spring, I have always seen it as a dead time of year. That is until today. I grabbed my SX10is Canon Powershot as I headed out for a small walkabout our place. As I made my way to the creek I simply stopped, closed my eyes and listened: There was the dead plants and bushes rustling in the wind but also the sound of birds fluttering about the place. So I stood under a tree on the banks of the creek and observed the varies small and busy birds gong about looking for food. There were several varies, none of which I can yet identify, but all were very much present and alive. As the next months turn colder and maybe grayer I will go for more walks and see if I cannot identify my Winter guests. Here is one from the day.