I was born in Chicago during a blizzard.
Perhaps that explains why I can't help but love this weather.
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| Winter in the Ozarks |
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| The American Goldfinch is probably my favorite bird. While his winter feathers are muted compared to the bright yellow he wears in the summer, this splash of color is a a welcome scene in the winter landscape. |
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| Still wearing some of his yellow feathers from summer, this American Goldfinch posed in appreciation of the sunflower seeds that are always readily available at our house. |
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| This Tufted Titmouse awaits his turn at the birdfeeder. Since the snow started falling, it is a very busy place. |
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| This is not quite as inviting as it was during the summer months, but with the first day of Spring only 104 days away, I can wait as I enjoy this beautiful winter season in the Ozarks. |
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| This looks more like a scene from the North Pole than the Arkansas Ozarks as the ice-encrusted magnolia buds await Spring |
