As rain begins to turn to ice,
When sun sets,
Protect pets–
Subfreezing temps are never nice.
Mittens, cap
Fur-lined wrap.
The little birds arise in flight,
Feathers fluffed
Hanging tough.
They roost in trees in winter’s night.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Freeda Baker Nichols 
I sometimes wonder how the birds survive icy winters.
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It’s a good question. I’d like to know where the birds that come here go for the night.
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