robins

With the temperature hovering at 14 degrees I set out for a walk. I walked in big circles, keeping a brisk pace, watching the pavement and hoping I didn't slide on some unseen ice.

The National Weather Service showed the conditions as freezing fog and unknown precipitation when I left home. I could hear and feel bits of something hitting me as I walked, some sort of frozen precipitation - not snow, not rain or hail, just tiny frozen droplets.

As I walked, I looked into the trees and saw large flock of robins, feathers fluffed for warmth. They moved as I approached, flying into the next tree and then back again.