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In the midst of single digit wind chill readings, Mr. Wren (a Carolina wren that winters over underneath the deck -- next to the furnace vent -- he's a smart cookie) starts warbling at the top of his tiny lungs whilst sitting on the deck rail.
So on go the endless layers of warm clothes ... and outside I go to distribute bird food & squirrel food at the two feeding sites (black oil sunflower seeds, nut & berry wild bird food, peanuts, and corn). Bright sun and freezing cold, with a biting wind.
Inside now and thawing out now.
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