We always fit in a day trip to the coast this time of year. Even when the weather is bad: the worse the weather, the better the clam chowder tastes.
My niece has a tradition of noting the first bird of each new year, thoughtfully learning what she can from whatever the feathered harbinger might have to offer. This year I predicted that my first bird would be an Oregon Junco, and sure enough that's what it was, a common sight here in the Northwest. It fits me well, this hardy little soul who has been called the Winter Sparrow. Maybe more so than last year's bird, a feisty fantastic Anna's Hummingbird over-wintering in the yard. What was your first bird?