I awoke to a fresh winter wonderland this morning – and some very unhappy birds! Their feeder was buried under 2-3” of white, fluffy snow and not a sunflower seed (their fav, hands down) to be had! Not exactly a blizzard 🤷♀️, but sort of inconvenient for the smaller birds.
A few intrepid chickadees tried to brave the snow and dig down to the slightly more protected feeder trays in the center, but for the most part, other than a couple who paused to snack at the suet bar up on the little spruce tree, I had almost no visitors.
Since Qiviut (the upstairs cat), Ronni and I truly enjoy starting the day with hot coffee (for me) and bird-watching, there was nothing for it but to bundle up in slippers, robe and warm gloves and venture out onto the deck to clear access to the breakfast buffet.
Yikes! It was a nose-chilling 8°F out there! An actual jacket might’ve been a good idea. Oh well … I made a quick job of it, added a plentiful amount of fresh black-oil sunflower seeds and hurried back indoors to warm up.
We (Q, Ronni and I) had no sooner snuggled back into bed before the first “scouts” zipped by. Wild birds are always suspicious of change, so even clearing snow is cause for at least brief concern. It wasn’t long, however, before a couple landed, grabbed a seed and winged off to spread the word.
And then, within minutes, THIS happened! ❤️
Well worth the few minutes of cold toes!