I love to watch the birds bathe on our deck. The birdbath has a tiny sprinkler on it and each of the sparrows will line up on the edge and then one by one jump in the water. They wiggle and hop and dunk their heads in the cold water and then fluff their feathers out until they look quite odd.
If I look through the window onto our screened in porch I can peek at Oreo. He squats in his little house hunkering down against the wind. I love to watch him wash his face and paws. He takes bouts of friskiness and hops around his cage wildly at times.