I have fed the birds for a long time. At our last place, in Timber Top, our loft was surrounded by the Cuyahoga Valley National Park system and we has a wonderful array of wildlife, including birds. Last year I took a 15 second video clip on my cell phone of the massive activity occurring at the 3rd story patio feeders:
So naturally we were going to continue feeding the birds at our new place. Then when Mister Bird showed up in November we wanted to get him a nice shelter before it got bitterly cold. After a trip to Wild Birds Unlimited we were outfitted nicely with seed, feeders, houses and suet. Then Mister Bird brought a friend.
Now, the houses are hung, the feeders are filled and the suet is sloshing. I hope all the birds enjoy.
This is Meester Bird. He’s been hanging around for a few weeks now. We get home after dark (which happens around 4:15 p.m. right now) and when we come through the breezeway, occasionally we hear the flapping of wings.
I knew it wasn’t Death coming for me. I knew it was just a bird. Yeah, right! That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
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