Once upon a time when, the sun used to shine, a little finch stopped by for a bite to eat.
I have freckles, and the saying used to be that meant that you’d been, “kissed by the sun.” The way that the sun is shining on this sweet little bird reminded me of that saying.
Wishing you sunshine and warm weather, wherever you may be.
‘I want that perch! Get off that perch!’
‘Ow! Ow! Ow! You’re stepping on my toe!’
‘Do NOT come over here, just Do NOT do it!’
‘Get out of my face! I was here FIRST! I am so mad at you right now.’
I’m exhausted just watching them.
By my count, there are two birds in this image.
As Doctor Seuss would say’ish …
Not one, not three,
(Not fish they be.)
Not seven, eight,
(Not a dinner plate.)
Not four, not ten,
(Not rooster or hen.)
Not five, not six,
(Not fuzzy chicks.)
They’re just two birds, not more, not less,
(This post has just become a mess.)
Have you ever thought about the fact that birds might find US interesting? I don’t think they find us fascinating, but a few of them seem to give me a passing glance now and again.