I found these bluebirds foraging for anything they could find among the ice-laden ditches along a wooded road. There were at least 5 in the flock, but I suspect more.
I found a decent parking spot and watched them as they combed the brush for a morsel of food.
I don't know what they might find in this ice-stricken forest.
As I listened for their communication peeps, I mostly heard the branches of the trees crinkling and crunching from their mummified enclosures as the wind moved through them. What an interesting sound...
I never could get the bluebirds to land on my good side, putting me between them and the sun.
Perching on a snowball, was the chief patrolman, looking for those potentially dangerous cars to alert the flock if need be.
Since it's the 24th, and I didn't (forgot) prepare a Christmas greeting, I will just end this post with: Merry Christmas everyone!