SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - PLUS OTHER FRIENDS

 

They had a more exciting time than we did. We happily spent it quietly, toasting the new year in with a glass of sherry. We opened up the back door thinking we would be hearing a few firecrackers but there was nary a peep nor a sparkle. 

And that's how it goes on a 

Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder.

Thanks for flying in and I hope your year is a great one.

For our international friends to translate:

1st Photo:

"I have discovered a new taste sensation. The leave son the mums are still green. I am leaving the flower heads to the birds. They will love the seeds. I am such a good boy!"

"Excuse me? I am the good boy! And I am not here for any reason at all. The lady thinks I am just so darned cute."

"Hmmm...."

2nd Photo:

The party's over for another year. My waistline is happy. Get thee behind me eggnog. Put the Champaigne away."

"I am heading up north, but I'll be back to visit next year."