BOY, IS THAT COLD, COLD, COLD ON THE LITTLE TOES . . .
A STELLER'S JAY DIDN'T HAVE TO HUNT IN THE SNOW FOR FEED WHEN HE CAME IN TO FIND SEEDS WAITING IN A BASIN
WITH THE SNOW COME THE VARIED THRUSHES AND WITH ALL THAT COLD COMES THE FROZEN WATER BUBBLER . . .
