Santa's helpers turned up at the wrong bird feeder today. That's okay, we all get a little turned around this time of the year.
Okay, so our Santa Bird Helpers may be a bit confused, but let's tell them not to worry, it will all work out.


He wants to know if that is a problem. The frogs who are in a perpetual state of uncertainty, don't seem sure but I always say of course not! Squirrel always says thank you, to me and to the frogs. I tell him that good manners go a long way with me, and if he could perhaps not scoff all the birdseed, that would be lovely. He said he will try but his inner greedy kicks in and he finds it difficult. Just try I said. I speak squirrel as you know, and I am aware that his inner greedy is a powerful force.
Next, the Mourning Doves turn up. I always enjoy their soft cooing in the morning hours during the summer. It is my soothing alarm clock to start the day, though I haven't heard them lately. Perhaps it is getting too cold.The first few photos were taken through the screen of the patio door in lots of sunlight. The reason for the occasionally tiny light show.
