If I weighed just a couple of ounces . . . I'm not sure I'd be able to handle this weather as gracefully as these little guys hanging out in the bushes do. But then I remember what it's like to pluck a chicken for dinner, and realize that if I had that much warmth protection per square inch, I would probably be ok too.
And amusingly enough, the day after the I whine about no birds at the bird feeder . . . look what shows up:
A friendly neighborhood downy woodpecker. Frozen suet must not be too bad.
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