Photo* of a tiny, pale yellow bird with a bright red splash of crown hopping in the spike-frosted branches of a tall, bare maple tree. The whole backyard scene is a wash of fog, trees, and hoarfrost--a landscape made for ghosts and silence--with this tiny, cherry-crowned king flitting like a pip of bright sound in the morning cold. #AltText #BackyardBirding

*The ruby-crowned kinglet declined to actually be photographed, so I just watched through my back window.