I wish I had a device with me to record the sounds that followed me on the rounds of my morning chores this morning. We got another beautiful dusting of sparkling white snow last night. I awoke to find the sun out, bright, shining and reflecting off the snow. The sounds that accompanied me as I filled the wild bird feeders, fed the chickens and admired the the fresh snow was a steady wind whispering through the pines, maples, beech and birch trees that surround my gardens and the cheerful chirps of Chicadees, Goldfinches, and Juncos with a random cry of the Blues Jays here and there coming from the trees. The brisk feel of the air along with the sun on my face made for a very sensory morning. Come along with me to see what's happening this morning...

Patterns of frost decorate the garage window panes....

Distant snowy hill as I look out over the garden's raspberry and blueberry patch....

A neighbor's cat leaving a trace of it's early morning walk through the apple trees...

Winter butterfly bush and sunflower shadows...

Now I know where the expression "cooped up" comes from as the chickens don't like to put their feet in the snow. Although the door is open, lately they choose to spend their time in here.