It was a brisk eight degrees the other morning when I went out to feed the birds. I wore my slippers , flannel pajamas, old terry-bathrobe, and a fluorescent- hunting knit cap to top it all off. My neighbors might have thought I was crazy.
But, the birds?
They were waiting in the bushes, on the fence and in the trees. Sparrows, blue-jays, chickadees, mourning doves…the usual suspects. And, they were all thinking as they saw me approaching in the frigid dawn with a quart-size yogurt container filled with bird seed…
This guy’s good!
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