The "official" Snow Moon doesn't appear until February, according to the Farmer's Almanac, but it looks like a snow moon to me - full moon, several feet of fresh white snow to reflect all that reflected sunlight. Here it is rising over the Bridgers just as the last sunlight paints the ridge.
There aren't many birds out this season. I see magpies and crows, pheasant and grouse, the errant robin, rough-legged hawks and bald eagles, and a new one to me: a Townsend's Solitaire. It was sitting on my crabapple tree this morning, an elegant grey bird, taking bites of snow. I had never thought about where birds get water when the temperatures are well below freezing, but now I know - from the snow, like many animals.