Balaclava weather

The thermometer has done duty since 1988,

recording hot, cold, and everything in between.

Today is -4F, as you can see.

No school, too cold.

I won't mention my childhood here.

Little girls, filling bird feeders.

Our neighbor passing by, coming home from his night shift.

 We made an unexpected trip to the bird seed store last night, for two purchases.

The first, to replace a seed block I'd received for Christmas.

A hairy woodpecker attached himself, and ate it all in ten days; I wonder if he simply sleeps on it at night.

Although it is gone in ten days, such appreciation needs rewarded.

That cylinder on the bench is the replacement.

But the big topic under consideration--we have put out more feed this year.

We also purchased forty pounds more of two favorite seeds.

Twice as many birds or birds eating twice as much?

Maybe half one, half the other.

Too much math. I may request an increase in my pension. HaHa.

Yes, I took the pictures through two closed doors.

That is frost on the storm door.

It is four below.

When it warms up a bit (ten is forecast), we'll make a trip to the store

to buy a balaclava for Emily to wear this weekend, as she loads the lifts.

On the way back, some bird pictures, from the comfort of my warm car.

I stopped this afternoon for the picture of the woodpecker who lives on a bird feeder.

Just as I was getting him in focus, Laura came out with the trash.

Tomorrow is trash day.

The bird flew away.

It's a red bellied woodpecker.