Burr. It’s cold in my yard. Some winters we see just a dusting of snow and a few frosts. Some winters, like now, we get a cold snap that brings birds to our feeders in droves. It was 22 degrees this morning – mild by standards in much of the country, but not here where the grass is green all winter and we are hosts to a couple of hummingbirds. We’ve had snow on the ground since yesterday and it should stay a few more days.
Yesterday a couple of robins flew in to see if any of my hawthorn berries were left. He grabbed one and tossed it aside, then swallowed one, and tossed the third aside. There are only about a dozen berries left, but he didn’t bother checking them all. Maybe he didn’t like swallowing frozen hardballs.
When it gets this cold we make a point of getting up at first light and rehanging the humming bird feeder. Two hours later it was starting to freeze and I switched it for one I was warming in the living room. In the early morning the hummer is so eager he sips before I get the feeder properly hung.
This morning one hummer was waiting for me. She sits fluffed like an exaggerated cotton-ball.