I think all the snow and ice reflected the colors of the sunrise and made it even more spectacular than usual.
The birds arriving for their morning breakfast picked up the light as well. Take a few thousand pictures, and perhaps one gets a good one every now and again. This morning I got lucky--I think I did.
It always seems strange to me that a bird with so much red on its head is called a red-bellied woodpecker, but it is.
As it looked down for a sunflower seed, its feathers caught the rising sun just right, and its head was set ablaze. Seeing things like those, one cannot help but feel he is lucky to be alive.