I tried to steer Truman away from the puddles, but he insists on testing the water wherever he finds it, no matter how cold.
I do not, of course, let him go into the ponds. Those are strictly off-limits at the Fill.
The ponds are for the ducks, after all. We spotted a Northern Shoveler on the main pond.
And we saw this lovely American Wigeon pair on the lake.
Where I also prevented Truman from wading.
We saw very few songbirds along the route, possibly due to the presence of an accipiter. When we got back to the parking lot, though, a whole crowd of sparrows was feeding on the gravel path -- Golden-crowned, White-crowned, Song Sparrows, and a Dark-eyed Junco or two.
Can I eat that?
Song, Golden-crowned, and White-crowned
'bye for now!