This morning I saw a bird sitting by a small shrub on the snow covered lawn. It was completely motionless as I was going past it to the gate and then walked past it gain along the fence. I stopped to look, terrified at the thought that it might have frozen to death like that, overnight. It was a pretty bird, a bit smaller than an ordinary pigeon, with a thin orangy beak and the feathers dark grey with little light specks toward the tummy and legs. As I was watching it for a while, it turned the head slowly towards me and I felt relieved to see the winged creature still alive.