Up around Stevens Pass way. Cross-country skiing is a ridiculous cardiovascular workout; I'm lucky I can move my shoulders to type this right now.
We took a break at one point and sat down on a bench, and I stuck my skis in the snow. Shortly thereafter a friend came along and visited us, and luckily I had my camera available.
Don't know what kind of bird he is, though. Because that's not the kind of thing I know.
A chilly chickadee?