The blue-jay sat silhouetted in the slanted sunlight. Feathers puffed out, trying to trap as much heat as possible on this sub-zero morning. Small clouds escaped its beak in time to the expansion of its fluffy chest.
Food, the life-source of heat, lay scattered on the ground below. Yes, the jay would survive to see another sunrise.
I wrote that blurb while testing a Bluetooth keyboard. It describes a brief moment I recently had. I post it for your amusement.
Enjoy the last bits of winter, and stay warm.