For the past few frosty mornings, I’ve been outside filming birds. Those of us in the Bay Area are spoiled, and think it’s really cold when it’s in the low 40s. If you’re standing still for long periods of time, it can be.

Back in band days, the boys had white fingerless gloves, but these can’t be found when I’m in a hurry. I ordered these, and they just arrived. I’m surprised to see loose strands, but assume I can just snip those off, and there won’t be unraveling to the point that I’ll eventually just have wristlets.

Others have various solutions, most of them somewhat pricey. My favorite is the Wal-Mart version, which I might investigate when I can get up the gumption to go there again.

The birds were suspiciously absent from the feeder, yard and trees again this morning. I took a look around without binoculars, but saw nothing in the way of predators.

Next time I’ll look a bit longer. Just now, a great pair of wings sailed over the sky, possibly from the redwood in the back. When chances for befriending chickadees with a handful of peanuts diminish, the opportunity for hawk shots rise.

Why can’t I remember this.

The juncos are the first back, this time they brought their shovels and are going at the seeds with a vigorous appetite.