I can’t seem to resist taking photos of the birds on our bird feeder. At least you can see the eyes and beak on this one (see my earlier post “Face Off” if you want to know the backstory on that comment). Goldfinches are so strikingly handsome, aren’t they? At times there’s been a whole party of them on the feed sock:
I like how the bird on the bottom is looking right at the camera. If there was a thought bubble by her head, I think it would say “Sheesh – the paparazzi are here again.”
I’m actually a very poor bird caretaker, or should I say, a fair weather one. At the beginning of winter, I make vague promises to the bird world in general that I’ll keep their feeders filled during the long cold months when food is scarce. Then it gets really cold and all bets are off. They seem to survive my periodic neglect and don’t hold it against me. And God provides for them, even when I am forgetful and faithless. It’s hard to imagine a bird sitting in a tree fretting about where the next meal is going to come from.
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