With a switch from southeast, the northwest wind brought that breeze that smells like polar bears. It breathed on the local hills and shocked the birds who had thought wind and rain were hard enough to endure.
(Bird pictures taken through my dirty windows. Sorry.)
Cold and hungry, they search out any source of food. Sure I have suet out, and the birdfeeders are always topped up, but something more is needed today.
Saskia, the pine siskin, catches a few rays of sunshine, out of the wind.
“Ahh! That feels so good on my feathers.”
She sits on a fir cone and decides that she likes the one next to her better.
“It’s a stretch,” she says, “but so worth it. Yikes! Nearly fell off.”
Orson (top left) mutters, “I don’t see anything.”
Saskia calls to him (bottom right), “Come on down here, Orson. Plenty of cones over here. Great bunches of them!”
Brother Sasha’s found a good one. “But whoah! The blood is all running to my head.”
What a showoff he is! “There’s plenty of cones down here,” Saskia calls to him, “and you don’t have to be an acrobat to get at them.”
“Ooh! Yum! Kind of like sticky caramel candies. I’ve got a good one here.”
The nights have suddenly gone cold, If we don't eat, we won't get old, With sunny rays, though they are rare, The cold is easier to bear. The fir trees shelter from the breeze, And we can find the cones with ease, Inside them is a sticky snack, We eat them fast and then come back. Our squirrel, Lincoln, loves them too, But kindly he has left a few, The polar wind is such a beast, We hope it switches to southeast. A few more days of icy toes, And then we hope that winter goes, Around the corner, spring awaits, Take heart and let's hang in there, mates.