(For comparison, over the last 30 years, the average November temperature has been 7.1 C., or 19.5 F. The lowest on record in that time was back in 1985, at 9.9 C (14 F.). Not too much lower than tonight.
My poor birds! It's not so much the cold, but the abrupt change. One day, they're bouncing around, picking up bugs and taking baths; the next, their water has turned solid, and the bugs are gone. And they are shivering and hungry! I made sure they had a variety of seeds and suet all day, but by afternoon, I was running out. I went down to the store for more, and there wasn't a bag of seed or a block of suet to be had. I'm glad. It means many people are paying attention, doing their bit to keep the birds alive.
I finally found a small package of "gourmet" seed mix; it will do for a couple of days. And I think I'll make up a batch of Zick dough.
If all goes well, and they found a warmish place to sleep, these birds will all be back in a few hours:
|Junco de-husking a seed.|
|A different junco, with my stone angel.|
|Blurry Varied thrush. Very shy; I don't dare go near the door, even, to take its photo. And it stays under the hedge, in the shade. I put plenty of seed there for the timid ones.|
|Towhee under the hedge|
|Cold metal, cold feet!|
|Chickadee and black oil sunflower seed. And house finch, waiting his turn.|
|Chilly house finch.|
|Another junco, scratching at the snow on top of the hedge, tossing it for seeds.|