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We have a heated birdbath- a little birdie spa, and when it snows we put seed on the rail. They remember and come looking for it whenever it snows and sometimes even if it just rains and sleets a little.
Here is a poem for the snow:
Whirling down in muffled sound
quiet as a blanket
laying a hush over trees
and bushes and houses and cars
the fairy godmother of winter
waving her wand
and it's white, white, white
it does not speak to the other colors
chalk on a blackboard
in the children's game rock, paper, scissor
snow wins every time
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