Frosted feather fingers

I so seldom take the camera out first thing in the morning. Today brought one of the few frosts this winter with bright sun, everything was sparkling. It just astonishes me how different morning and evening light is. I found it almost impossible to capture any of it. This feather was frosted when I started, melted to droplets by the time I came in.

The ducks are moulting, the garden full of birds gathering discarded feathers. I'm delighting in walking past the new house, savouring how the sun falls on each window as the day progresses. Soon I will be nesting too.