It must be spring… my songbirds are back.
I recently rehung all my bird feeders and hummingbird jars, and my little feathered friends have returned.
There are goldfinches, purple finches, wrens, chickadees, titmouses (titmice?), a pair of cardinals, and some I have no name for.
Yesterday, I set out a few flowering plants in the hopes of attracting hummers and honey bees.
The Cat Sisters are enthralled with the birds and will sit at the window and sliding glass doors for hours watching and chittering at them.
The squirrels are raiding the feeders so I have to shoo them off. Asta, unlike her late Sister, Hershey, can’t be bothered to be the Guardian of the Feeders and scare off those rat bastard vermin.
She will run after the Blue Jays so I can’t be too annoyed with her.
Now that the days are comfortable (temperature-wise) enough, I need to put my outdoor chairs on the patio so I can watch the flight show.
When the birds return is my favorite harbinger of spring.
“Be grateful for luck. Pay the thunder no mind – listen to the birds. And don’t hate nobody.” ~ Eubie Blake
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