With rakish eye....

The Crow
With rakish eye and plenished crop,
Oblivious of the farmer's gun,
Upon the naked ash-tree top
The Crow sits basking in the sun.
An old ungodly rogue, I wot!
For, perched in black against the blue,
His feathers, torn with beak and shot,
Let woeful glints of April through.
The year's new grass, and, golden-eyed,
The daisies sparkle underneath,
And chestnut-trees on either side
Have opened every ruddy sheath.
But doubtful still of frost and snow,
The ash alone stands stark and bare,
And on its topmost twig the Crow
Takes the glad morning's sun and air.
By William Canton
This fine rogue  was indeed backing in the morning sun, hoping to have a go at the fat balls on the bird feeder I wager. He is rather magnificent and such dainty feet! I'm quite impressed how crisp this is as it was taken through a window, remarkably clean thanks to Himself's handiwork just before Christmas.
Today, incidentally, is Nollaig na mBan over here - Women's Little Christmas. Traditionally the women get a night off after all the hardwork of Christmas and are waited on by their menfolk. Actually many women seem to head off to a hotel/pub where a special girls' night is put on. In this family, it is the man who does most of the hardwork on Christmas Day itself so I won't be out gadding. And it's the start of Ephiphany so all happening.