.These guys. . . black starlings. . . with tiny spots on their chests. . . finding a sheltered spot from the snow. . . They landed, one by one. . .
Maybe a dozen. . . And I called the boys over to watch them as they landed on the chairs and railings, huddling together. . . Their feathers fluffed to keep out the cold. . .
We held our breath, so that we wouldn't startle them away. . .
And then they were gone. . . one by one they flew. . .
Finding new perches out back on the branches thick with snow. . .
Flying here and there. . .
And to a warm spot on a chimney. . .
One of my favorite moments of the day. . .