"My birdie looked wise
With his little black eyes,
As he peeked and peered from his perch at me
With a throbbing throat and a flutter of glee,
As if he would say--
Sing trouble away,
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee."
~~Hanford Lennox Gordon
Their feeder has been replaced with a seed cake feeder for the brave chickadees that stayed and visit my kitchen window through the winter. They were the first to find it, but there have been downies, cardinals, and goldfinches. I'm looking forward to catching their images as they get used to the activity on the other side of the glass...
~Nancy ~ 325/365