Ill-mannered, stroppy little hooligans
They certainly don’t waste time with airs and graces.
Which is probably why I am amused by them.
Having witnessed, yesterday, the fastest change ever in perspective when the recent snowfall had vanished in mere hours….here we are back again…
During breakfast a few flakes began to fall and I went to take some snaps
It wasn’t long before we went from this….
The starlings had moved in on the porch, but Little Red was not bothered:
All birds are wonderful and I won’t say I have favourites
but I am terribly fond of the Tufted Titmouse
Such a pert, neat little guy.
While I was outside I heard a loud “Cark!”
Our crows are usually too proud to take a handout
On the patio we put seed under a table
where another friend posed nicely for me.
The storm continues and the gang’s all here:
Lily went to the door
“Really?” she said, “no walk?”
So she went to bury her head on top of her tree…
…meanwhile Tinkerbelle found my shoe!
While I am a fan of snow, this particular type is diabolical. Wet and heavy, it clings to the trees, weighing down limbs that are already weakened by previous storms.
Power lines come down too.
But on Monday, they say, Spring will resume…
…and tonight we move our clocks forward.
“We running out of places to perch missus!”