The North wind doth blowAnd we shall have snowAnd what will the robin do then? Poor thing.What will the robin do then?
He’ll sit in the barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing. Poor thing.
~Mother Goose (I don’t think she really wrote it but that’s the only credit I can give.)
Have you ever wondered how the birds and all the little woodland creatures can survive the harsh winter climates? I have. The poor little things. I must confess, I never wondered about it when I lived in Sunny California (that would be most of my life). But now that I live in the Frozen North I am amazed that the critters can survive. And I’m really annoyed that mosquito larvae seem to be quite impervious to the plunging winter temperatures. In fact, it seems to somehow make them more virile as they appear to be more and more like blood sucking helicoptors each year.
But these particular little birdies seem to do fine for themselves even when the Nature Buffet is sparsely stocked. For us, it would be like going to Luby’s only to discover that the only thing they have left is lima beans. Shriveled lima beans at that. Lima Beans and insect larvae.
But the birds don’t seem to mind. They still tweet.
Is this not the fluffliest little birdy ever? He taps at the bark, I can only assume, to find some sort of morsel worth eating.
I just love how chubby he is.
And while it was snowy and cold yesterday, at least it was sunny. Today it was a blustery blizzard.
Now the fact that these little woodland creatures, below, survive the winters should really come as no surprise I suppose. They are quick as lightning. I don’t believe I’ve ever happened upon an idle squirrel. They are the most nimble little things ever aren’t they? (There are probably nimbler things out there… I just really wanted to use the word nimble and then nimbler and had no other excuse and now, thanks to using them each once I’ve been enabled to use them both twice!) Words are simple pleasures. As are squirrels.
I would totally be one of those crazy squirrel feeders who build elaborate houses and feeders for the daily guests but we don’t have any mature trees, so no squirrels.
Like I said, these little guys don’t particularly like to sit still and I wasn’t prepared when I came upon them so I didn’t have my camera set to the appropriate shutter speed.
So they are kinda fuzzy.
I mean, they are fuzzy by nature. But not this fuzzy. ((sheepish grin))
Did I mention how fearless these guys are? They would walk right up to you and ask for a drag of your cigarette. You know, if they were smokers. But they are health nuts. So I think they scorn tobacco use.
Skiddadle you. Take off eh? Run along. Go on. Git!
Leave already, would you?
Take a hike ya little nut case.
Oh, my dear blog reader! Surely you don’t think…. Oh no, no, no!! I didn’t mean you!! How could you imply such a thing! You just stay put and make yourself comfortable.
You can go now.
But only if you promise to come back.