The Birdfeeder and Me by Balisha

The Birdfeeder and Me

This morning when I woke up and sat upon my chair..

Frost was covering everything it looked so cold out there.

The steam was rising slowly from the chimney next door..

The house was very chilly.. and heat.. I wanted more.

I curled up in my afghan.. that I made so long ago..

A cup of cocoa in my hands to warm from head to toe.

When suddenly I saw a bird fly by so very fast..

I thought is it a Junco....are they all here at last?

The chickadees were feeding at the feeder hanging there..

Woodpeckers flew and scared them.. little birdies must beware.

Tiny finches gathered.. in their winter coats so very drab..

"Is there a bit of food for us...we only want a dab."

There was so much activity this morning on the feeder..

The birdies feeding quickly...the big birds were the leaders.

When feeding time was over and seed was scattered round..

Some twittering was heard from birdies on the ground.

I went out on the deck and tip toed to the edge..

Some little Juncos feeding just past my little hedge.

I stood and watched them silently and didn't say a word.

The long awaited birdies...Balisha's favorite bird.

Balisha