|On Tyee Spit|
For most of the year, these wild rose bushes on Tyee Spit are full of the twitterings and flittings of small birds, mostly invisible, though I stand straining my eyes to catch a glimpse of one. There are fewer in the winter; I expect most have moved inland to the backyard bird feeders. But at least those few hold-outs are visible. For now. Until it snows and fills in the gaps between branches.