Last vestiges of winter

Well, I hope it's the last of winter. I have done very little in the way of picture-taking simply because it has been so cold, and I have had other things more pressing to do. I did, however, get out a couple of times. We had some freezing rain.

My cat generally hangs out in the vicinity of the birdhouse in the picture, but he hasn't been in that yard since I had to rescue him from a drift. It's starting to melt now, and the level has gone down considerably.

Ice and melting mean dripping from the awnings, which creates icy sculptures.

On my birthday weekend in February, my daughter and I enjoyed watching this Mourning Dove. He was there for quite a while, resting. There were about ten others roosting in the maple tree in our yard. They stayed a while and left. We usually have common pigeons, and I often hear Mourning Doves, but this is the first time I've been able to see them close up. I took these through a slightly open door. When the door opened, he moved at first, but then settled back down.

Some belated birthday flowers are brightening up my work space.

En route home from a visit with our kids, I was regretting not taking my camera. The route home has lots of great photo ops, but the road is quite narrow, and there aren't a lot of places to pull over to get a picture. One of these days, I'm going to have to try a little harder to find a place to park. I used my iPhone for this one. You can see how shiny the surface of the snow is.