We woke this morning to an inch or two of snow. A snow squall had just blown through the area, reminding me why I left the East Coast. I live up on a plateau south of Seattle, about 600 feet above sea level, and every morning I drive my husband down the ridge so he can take the Sounder train into Seattle for work. It wasn't the most enjoyable drive this morning.
Of course, once the sun was up completely, I had to get out and take some pictures.
I've noticed when it snows, the birds mob the birdfeeders. This morning it was visited by a Northern Flicker, a kind of woodpecker. I often see them on the ground pecking at bugs/ants.
He had to be a bit of a contortionist in order to get to the seed! The other birds gave him a wide berth.