Oregon Coast: Frost last night and unusally cold this morning. Two hermit thrushes keep popping out of dense salal bushes and out into open grass to forage. They are fluffed into round balls, keeping cozy with their wonderful ability to insulate. I seldom get to see more than a glimpse of a hermit thrush. In the springtime their melodious song gives their presence away, but they are still illusive. I don't know what food source is bringing them out into the open, but I'm delighted.