When it's so cold that I can't even go outside to take a photograph but have to take it out of the window, things are getting ridiculous.
It just never seems to end. I've never experienced cold like this. Biting, piercing, murderous cold. If anyone else mentions global warming to me again, they're going to get the sharp end of my tongue. The Americans like to call it "brutal" and if I got a thousand dollars for every time I've heard that word this week....
The birds seem to be doing OK though. The juncos are too clumsy to reach the feeder, so they search for the crumbs from the table.
And the suet is fast running out, so Woody has to resort to contortions.
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