Food and flowers for our feathered friends.
Fit to eat. I think this is our little girl that flew into the glass door the other day.
Looks like she's missing some feathers on her cheek.
Father Cardinal and his Frau Freund.
Finch
At the Feeder.
Okay, so it was a little slow today. Had to amuse myself, somehow. The painters are here, which means I can't move about the house like normal and I can't decorate for Christmas, yet. So, I've situated myself where I can see the birdies flit, fly, flutter and feed.
Ihr Freund,
Laurie
P.S. Flitting birds = photo failure
