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Birds at the feeder, when twenty below, come and leave quickly and make quite a show. And when they fly off to where do they go, to some secret lair protected from snow? Are they taking turns when they come to eat, the rest of them back, preserving the heat? Birds of a feather, as everyone’s told, they stick together to survive the cold.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 12:57 PM UTC
Eat & Run
Birds at the feeder, when twenty below, come and leave quickly and make quite a show. And when they fly off to where do they go, to some secret lair protected from snow? Are they taking turns when they come to eat, the rest of them back, preserving the heat? Birds of a feather, as everyone’s told, they stick together to survive the cold.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 12:57 PM UTC
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