When You Fly Too Close To The Sun, You Get Burned!
Whatever will come, will come. Whatever will go, will go. I welcome the changes. Earlier in the week, I carefully hiked out onto the frozen, ice-encompassed snow and refilled the bird feeder. I had read a blurb, in passing, about birds dying of hunger and exhaustion because of extremely cold temperatures. Of course, it was a source that wasn’t cited, on the internet, so who knows if it was really cold enough where I was that the birds were going to be in danger of dying, but I didn’t see any reason not to fill up the feeder. After all, the food was there, and the birds knew immediately what I was attempting to do, and were darting to and fro between the branches of the many trees in the yard as I made my way, first up the hill, then back down again. I had to retrieve a tool to pry open the top of the feeder where it, too, was encased in a thick layer of ice and snow. By the time I finished my task, the blue jays had caught wind of the full feeder and the cardinals and nut hatches ...