Freeze Warning

text and haiku by Kristen Lindquist

The National Weather Alert for tonight is for temperatures below freezing. It is mid-October, after all, so this is to be expected. But that chilly blast every time someone opens the front door reminds me how, even though I love living in a boreal habitat, with its mountains, spruces, and warblers, I really don’t enjoy the cold.

Tonight my husband, whom I haven’t seen much of lately, and I are going out to dinner at Primo, probably our favorite restaurant in Maine. My hope is that the calorie intake from tonight’s meal–and resulting added fat cells–will compensate for the inverse drop in air temperature. I’m working on my own personal insulation layer.

Today at the feeders a big flurry of birds–chickadees, titmice, house finches–chowed down sunflower seeds as if, aware of the imminent cold snap, they wanted to stuff in as much as they could to help them survive the cold, dark night. Calories can mean life or death when you’re a bird.

To eat like a bird
is not always
a dainty thing.