BECAUSE OF THE PIERCING COLD

the garden is full of hungry birds. Eight male and two female blackbirds eat the oatmeal away in less than an hour. The different kinds of tits hang in turn on the fat- and nutballs.
The woodpecker and the jay decide to come down too to have their share.
The little greenfinch, no it is not a greenfinch but a siskin, did pose so prettily she is my blip.
In the afternoon we walk to the Carolinum to have a look at our pictures. Mischa likes very much the way in which they fill the space.
On our walk there we see crocusses bravely defy the snow in the park. Mischa's blip for today shows the purple ones.
From the Carolinum we decide to go and visit the horses in the Eisenbahnerheimstreet and Piet Hein is so sweet to drive to the supermarket to buy the carrots for them. We could not come there with empty hands of course.

My haiku:

Come they frequent this
Little Paradise the birds
Or shall I come too?

And the proverb from the book:

Parnassus has no gold mines in it.

Edit: the bird is a siskin, thank you for telling me. I am not yet good at identifying birds.