April is the Cruelest Month

Playing with depth of field (and ISO that's higher than I thought; 3200 instead of 1600, hence rather a lot of noise), in part due to a certain amount of ranting currently occurring on a Pentax mailing list I read.

Icicles on the bird feeder in April; I don't know how small feathery creatures convey disgust so well, but they do. (Our plumage is all beautiful, and we want to sing! But instead we must eat oil-seeds like mad things, or we will freeze! Sulk! crunch Sulk! crunch, and I need refill the finch feeder.)