A White Throated Sparrow

A lovely face to see in the morning and such beautiful feather patterns.  A cold but bright morning and no storms in sight which is a wonderful thing.  John's daughter's wake is this afternoon and that will be such a sad thing.  I actually first met Julie at her sister Stephanie's wake last September.  It will be very hard for John and his family.  I'm glad the weather cooperated. The burial won't take place until spring, which is common here in the frozen north.