The north wind doth blow and we shall have snow
And what will the robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm
And hid his head under his wing, poor thing.
It was 40 degrees today but during the last week the poor things were caught not expecting this cold weather any more than us. I was glad they had the cherry tree and the grapes to munch on and I even found a few on the covered patio when it was really nasty.