It’s -13 F (or -25 C) at 8 a.m. The screen door handle is so cold it sticks to what little moisture is on my fingers. Both the upper and lower panes of my leaky kitchen window have a lovely crop of fern flowers.
Despite the chill, the chickadees, goldfinches, and nuthatches are already busy at the feeders. You have to be impressed that such little birds that weigh less than or about the same as a packet of ketchup can stay warm in this frigid cold.