How cold is it? So cold I had to use my hair dryer to thaw out the aluminum window frame so I could open the window to get to the bird feeder.
So cold it was frosted and icicled.
That’s right, seven degrees Fahrenheit, or minus 14 Celsius: a bit frosty.
The finches were glad to get a free breakfast.
I finally found a name for this little guy. They come and go so fast I’ve had a hard time getting a clear photo. At first I thought it was some kind of warbler or wren. But now I’ve figured out it is red-breasted nuthatch.
Of course we have a plethora of sparrows (aka flying pigs) visiting the bird feeder.
And the squirrels clean up the left-overs underneath.
Still, for all the frigid temps, construction continues across the street.
But they’re using a gas heater to warm things up before they go to work.