Mallard ducks congregating in another part of the pond that is unfrozen.
Juncos on branches in search for weed seeds.
While it was a fun way to spend an hour, I didn't get out of the funk I have been in. Nature to me is my spiritual medication. If I go without it for too long, I get really down. I am like this every week it seems. Each day I get a little worse. I long for the outdoors and can't find the time to get out there during the work week and even if I did, it is still far too cold to explore for hours the way I like too. The bird activity isn't great either as many birds have migrated south and those who are brave enough to be here, are resting somewhere or out deeper into the woods.
I am going to try and get out today to see if I can find something. I long for something new. Yes I love my backyard regulars, but miss that instant rush I get when I find a new bird I have never seen before. I need something to awaken my senses that doesn't involve the bitter cold. I need evidence of spring. Whether it be green vegetation, brighter plumage, or a January thaw.
I will continue to search and hope for spring.