I happened to look out my window and spotted a flock of a dozen or so skittery birds hopping around in our silver maple. I ran for the camera and got a few photos before the whole flock flew up and disappeared.

The next day, they were in a crabapple tree near the house.

This last photo may be a juvenile waxwing, as its colours are not as prominent.

Sometimes when I walk in the woods I stop in a kind of ecstasy when I see the flowing network of diagonal contrasting shadows, an unreal blue on the extreme white of the snow. I forget about the minus 35 degree Celsius wind chill.

A crow or raven.

Coyote.

Living in the north means long shadows in winter, with fantastic shadow art.

Of course, to people in Northern Manitoba, we in the southeast live “down south”.