Mrs. Flicker is in a panic.
“Did you say the ‘S’ word? Did you say snow?”
The Steller’s jay mouths off as usual.
“Oh, I highly doubt that!”
The rufous-sided towhee is trying to be cool. Soon he’ll wish he weren’t quite so cool.
“Now what did I tell you about that? Getting the flocks all alarmed over something that may not even happen?!”
The hummingbird, also rufous, is hungry.
“I’m not taking any chances. Anneli doesn’t put this food out just because she’s bored. I think she’s trying to be sure we don’t starve.”
The chestnut-backed chickadee gets busy, eating all he can.
“Me too! I’m eating my breakfast to build up my strength. It’s dee-dee-dee-damned c-c-cold and it might snow.”
Above him, the nuthatch is getting impatient.
“Will ya hurry up, Chickie? There’s not much time before that hog, the starling moves in, and I haven’t had a turn at the suet block yet —– Oh too late. Here he comes, the bully!”
The starling isn’t shy. Far from it!
“Errr-hem! Move out you little squirts. That suet is mine, all mine.”
The golden-crowned sparrow does his best, singing about spring, but finally I heard him admit,
“I don’t think it’s working. I might have to move south — and fast!”
I hope the birds are wrong, but it sure feels like it will snow. I remember how cold and snowy it was last January, so I have plenty of birdseed and suet on hand, and of course I have walnuts and sunflower seeds for Lincoln and Della.
Last January! Brrrrrrr….
But someday it will be spring again.
(No, don’t get excited. This photo is from last May. I just wanted to remind myself that this cold weather won’t last forever.)