When the new day comes, I wake bleary-eyed and stumble to the kitchen to make coffee. Then, with steaming mug in hand, I watch the wild birds dip and sally their way to our seed feeder. This morning, we had the usual suspects: tufted titmice, brown-headed nuthatches, Carolina chickadees, Carolina wrens and a pair of cardinals. But then I saw a new arrival scrounging for seeds beneath the feeder melee: a dark-eyed junco. Some migrate south from Canada, and others are year-round residents of North Carolina’s higher elevations. But they don’t come down to the Piedmont until the colder months arrive. To me their entry on the feeder scene marks the arrival of winter to our little patch of the Piedmont.