Cold cold cold weather.
Don't forget to put out extra food for the critters, especially the birds.
How do they survive such cold temperatures?
We've got a deck full of cardinals, woodpeckers, bluejays, carolina wrens, nuthatches, juncos, mourning doves, and various wrens and finches enjoying the seed and suet I keep out for them. And they provide me with some good reference photos
(Sweetie would do a better job on the photos with his camera but he's busy so it's up to me to point and shoot and hope for the best!).
And here is a lovely poem for you...
A January Dandelion
by George Marion McClellan
All Nashville is a chill. And everywhere
Like desert sand, when the winds blow,
There is each moment sifted through the air,
A powdered blast of January snow.
O! thoughtless Dandelion, to be misled
By a few warm days to leave thy natural bed,
Was folly growth and blooming over soon.
And yet, thou blasted yellow-coated gem,
Full many a heart has but a common boon
With thee, now freezing on thy slender stem.
When the heart has bloomed by the touch of love's warm breath
Then left and chilling snow is sifted in,
It still may beat but there is blast and death
To all that blooming life that might have been.