When winter comes to NC..

Even Mrs. bluejay is picking out of the garbage. I saw her and she let me see her picking out of the garbage the other day.
Usually it is far below her to even sit upon the garbage, much less forage through the garbage for a tasty morsel. She considers herself far above the sparrows, who "take what they can get". This week was tight for the Bluejays and I got no more pep talks from her about showing off to my children. It is all about survival when it gets cold.
It's "slim pickins" around the building these days and all of the bird community is battening down the hatches for winter.
The finches have moved south and the other small birds are nowhere to be seen. I was reminiscing about the spring and the young bluejay couple who were sitting on the branch in front of the building for hours admiring oneanothers' reflections in their eyes. It is amusing that now, in the cold, I rarely see them on the same side of the building together.
The angels come to play the instruments earlier in the day than they did in the spring. Seems that they prefer to play in the warmth of the day better than in the cold night air. The beautiful music of winter around the building, is offset by the silence of the wildlife which is scurrying around searching for food. We are all ready to celebrate the birth of Jesus.