More Snow and Garden Calendar

More snow came our way overnight and this morning. It was a regular little blizzard for a few hours. Charley put out bird seed for our little friends. That's the Pic of the Day at the top of my blog. He was celebrating putting out the suet. The snow is beautiful, but worrisome when you have to drive to work and school in it.

Here's a few shots of our friends:

grand central station

here I come!

me too!

hey, get out of here! there's no more room!

here come the cardinals

being nice and sharing the seeds

I think the birds and I are getting tired of winter. Charley picked up the Garden Calendar at Tractor Supply Co. today when we went down to buy more bird seeds for our feathered friends.



Here's what you're supposed to do in February. Click on it and it will enlarge.



It says to prune grapes on February 15th, prune decidous trees and shrubs on February 21 and prune blueberries on February 22. Looks like Charley has his work cut out for him.

Are you longing for spring yet?

Bird Quiz

I have a small bird quiz for you.

Which birds like peanuts? (these are unsalted raw ones)

Do you think it would be the Cardinals, Juncos or sparrows?


Or perhaps, the doves?


Or the cute little chickadee?



Of course not! It's the Tufted Titmouse! He likes to grab and make a fast get away.


One more for the road. . . or should I say sky ways.



Every bird feeder deserves to have a peanut eater, and we have ours.


Another quiz question.

What bird likes to eat while keeping one foot tucked in under his feathers to keep warm?

Answer: the cozy cardinal

Hope you enjoyed my little quiz. Did you know the answers?

WINTER-TIME by Rbt. Louis Stevenson and a Whimsical Snapshot!

WINTER-TIME

Fate lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
and tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.

by - Robert Louis Stevenson

A whimsical Winter-Time picture taken at our bird feeder last winter.

I love poems that rhyme.
Robert Louis Stevenson is one of my favorite poets.
What about you?

And I just had to add my favorite winter-time picture David took last year at our bird feeder. The woodpeckers are a sight to watch!