I think I could sit at the redwing pond ten days in a row and hope for more. As it is we've gone to the pond three times this spring and I wish for more.
When the light is right I see his breath drifting is lazy swirls in the still frosty air. It reminds me of some femme fatal smoking her cigarette in a 1940s movie. The magic formula is a cold morning, the redwing and his breath should be backlit with morning sunshine. For his breath to really pop, the background should be in shadow.
I got this sketched and nearly finished the paint part on location. Finished it up a few days later at home.