"The language of friendship is not words but meanings."
~~Henry David Thoreau
My little friend and I share our beverage every morning.
The feeder is right outside my kitchen window,
and she is growing less and less fearful as she dodges and dances sipping the nectar mid-flight.
Next week I will get out the tripod and set up a big lens and try to capture her without glass separatiing us.
I know she will leave soon,
but I will be looking for her return in the spring...
~Nancy ~ 212/365
The feeder is right outside my kitchen window,
and she is growing less and less fearful as she dodges and dances sipping the nectar mid-flight.
Next week I will get out the tripod and set up a big lens and try to capture her without glass separatiing us.
I know she will leave soon,
but I will be looking for her return in the spring...
~Nancy ~ 212/365
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