Oh, how the tables have turned.

Oof! It was almost opposite day in Estabrook, at least compared to yesterday. It was sunny instead of cloudy, the wind was howling instead of calm, temps were dropping from the 20s instead of rising, and I mostly saw only the little birds that can forage close to the ground instead of owls, deers, and herons.

For example, here’s a goldfinch seeming to munch on the tiny leaf buds of this little tree or bush.

This male downy woodpecker was about 10 feet above me and about as far from the ground as I saw a bird venture.

At the north end, where the sun shines down on the riverbank, and I can walk out on the ice to get a good view, there were a slew of little birds all foraging in the same vicinity. Here’s a house finch.

Here’s a junco.

Here’s an America tree sparrow, not in a tree once again, despite its name.

And here’s another goldfinch that posed so nice, I have to show you twice.

Back at the south end, our hooded merganser hen was fishing, as usual.

And one of the goldeneye drakes was keeping his neck nice and limber just in case the opportunity to show off presents itself.

I didn’t see the kestrel today, but as I came south, I glanced up, upon hearing a gull squawking, just in time to see a mature bald eagle glide south, but not in time to get a picture. Instead, let me leave you with another picture of the great horned owl from yesterday, this time in profile to prove that it was really real and not a plastic dummy.