Crunchy Worm Season

I guess that a Native American would describe December in this part of NC as The Moon of Frozen Worms. As in earthworms. Our house is on a flood plain beside a creek, and thus the yard is wet quite a lot of the time, which causes earthworms to surface regularly to avoid drowning. In the winter this results in them freezing to death, and apparently the local hawks think of frozen earthworms as a particular treat - - a sort of wormsicle, I suppose you'd say. Here's our mated pair of Red-Shouldered Hawks, waiting for the humans to stop walking outside and disturbing their snacking: