Astonishingly the birds come out in the storm. At one point there were 30 to 40 birds in the bushes around the feeder.
But it is a dangerous game. A couple days ago I saw what looked like some sticks in the snow next to the weeping larch. But then I used binoculars. It was the remains of a bird, probably a blue jay. Feathers were scattered about where a predator had attacked a bird waiting for a turn at the feeder. The culprit was probably a hawk. We had seen one fly past. Today the remains were covered with a new layer of snow. Only a single vertical feather marks the site of the carnage. But they still gather at the feeder. No more sign of the hawk.