Grabbing the Last Bite

Dear Diary,

Yesterday, although sunny, was brutally cold.  The wind just cut right through you.  No day to be running around outside.  I feel so much for my little creatures.  This tufted titmouse was grabbing the last little piece of suet.  I immediately went out and restocked the pantry.  They need the fat to stay warm.  Those soft grey feathers and little sparkle in his eye was so endearing.


I woke up to an unpleasant surprise...no heat!  It is zero out but the wind has died down.  I called the furnace people and he is sending someone right over so all will be well shortly I hope.  Brrr...good thing I have a gas log fireplace and a wood stove!