Day 19.026: Just a tail

The other day, I looked out and saw a tail flicking around under the bird feeder. Thanks to a hollow in the still-knee-deep snow, it was all I could see of a bird hunting for good stuff among the reject food scattered there (primarily by the starlings).

I probably should have guessed who the small bird with the outsized and up-sticking tail was, but I waited until it showed itself anyway:

Carolina wren in the snow