Dear Birds,

How do you manage
to quench your thirst in a freeze,
and find enough warmth?

~dkm 118/365

Ice in birdbath recalls old rhyme:

The north wind doth blow,

And we shall have snow,

And what will poor robin do then?

Poor thing.

He'll sit in a barn,

And keep himself warm,

And hide his head under his wing.

Poor thing. 

                                ~Anonymous