Perfect Morning for the Birds
As soon as I put my coffee down I felt I had a good morning ahead for watching birds at the feeder. Several were already dancing atop rain gutters outside my window, and their shadows shifted crazily upon nearby blue spruce boughs. I opened the window crack. I readied a camera. Looked at the feeder.
It was empty. Down to the floor boards. So, off I went to the seed bin in my workshop.
["From the workshop door I thought I spied four mourning doves"]
["No wonder seed disappears so quickly. Doves graze like cows"]
Soon I was back inside watching birds - and a weasel/thief/nemesis - enjoy their morning meal.
["Mourning doves on all three levels"]
Link to Bird Watching