Mourning Dove in the Morning

Dear Diary,

A frigid morning. 0F.  The Mourning Doves are all puffed up and the Chickadees were frantic for the Back Porch Café to open for business. I hurried out in my slippers and bathrobe to fill up bowls and feeder, scatter some seeds on the frozen ground and check the suet supply.  Everyone is happy now.  I will keep an eye on the weather as the storm approaches.  Our amounts are now 3-5 inches of the white stuff.  I am hoping that with this frigid temperature it will stay light and fluffy.  Further south will be walloped with amounts in some places as much as two feet!  I've stocked up on seeds and suet so the café will be open regardless.