Before I started feeling bad, I caught some pretty good shots of my winter birds. I stood at the back door, patiently waiting, still as a mouse. The best shots flew away before my camera could snap, but here are some that made the cut.
I finally caught a chickadee. The little rascals fly down, pick up a seed and flit back up to the trees to eat it. I tried several times to watch for one coming down, to snap early, but this was the only shot I got.
Looks like Jay was picking up anything Rocky left behind.
The cardinals don't usually wait their turn. Doesn't look as though the titmouse is too worried.
This looks more like how the cardinals act. Always fussing and fighting.
I haven't given up on getting a good shot of a chickadee. Wish me luck.