This morning it was 14° F when I left for my walk around 6:30 AM. As I made my way across a nearby meadow, the moon was still high in the sky:
I could hear hundreds of Mallard ducks grumbling and thrushing in the stream behind my house. There is a spring behind our house that keeps a small brook full of flowing water, no matter how cold the temperature. On cold evenings around sunset, I hear the sounds of the ducks wheeling in to land, and all during the night they grumble. In the morning, just at sunrise they leave for the day.
I love our spring, and our stream, and the birds and animals that come to visit us here.