It's that quiet, pre-dawn time when the world outside my window has very little color. Ordinarily, it is a view of very dark shades, with light gradually increasing.
This morning, it's reversed: nearly greyscale, with a strong emphasis on the light end of the spectrum.
The first birds - a cardinal and a titmouse - have caught my eye as a flicker of motion in an otherwise still, east-to-west panorama. The birds are silhouettes, swooping to the thin branches of shrubs now arched with a heavy burden of snow.
When there is this much snow balanced in narrow ridges on even the tiniest of branches, you can be sure there is quite a lot on the ground.
The goats will be in no hurry to start their day.
Nor am I, really, though Moxie and Della will have something to say about that.
But the wild birds have been busy at the feeder for a good while already.
And now it is light enough to see them as more than a silhouette.
Good morning!
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