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."

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - TOO EARLY?

No, no jokes today.

Oh you remind me of Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol dear little Cardinal. He said, "I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach."

~Charles Dickens

Well, my dear friends, Santa is a little bit early, so I'll keep knitting more red Santa hats (only in my imagination as I never learned to knit - shocking I know). It's been jolly cold around here lately. They do need them. 

And that as we say here, is how it goes on a 

Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder.

Thanks for visiting and looking at this week's attempt at a little bit of whimsy.

Have a great weekend!

For our international friends to translate the words in the photos:

Photo 1:

"I am trying to ignore the man with the white beard. He keeps asking if I've been naughty or nice. What a cheek! He is way too early! I need more time."

Photo 2:

"Offer him milk and cookies, and maybe a wee dram. No, don't do that, he's driving."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Photo 3:

"I have heard he is a jolly old elf. Why don't you tell him a joke."

Photo 4:

"Where did these hats come from?"

"You have to ask?"

"I am hiding."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Photo 5:

"I may be very naughty but I refuse to wear any strange looking red hats.

"He has always been a bit of a rebel."

"I don't have to worry. I was born with my own little Santa hat. I feel Christmasy all the year round."

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - WREN SAYS "THE PINECONE SAGA AGAIN?”

Chipmunk is just joking. He likes the seed more.

And that's how it goes on a Saturday Morning at the Birdfeeder.

The birds (and squirrels and chipmunk) told me how much they missed you when I was on my blogging break, as did I. Thanks for the nice welcome back. I have had a lot of fun reading all your very sweet comments. It's taking me a while to catch up with all of you but I'll get there eventually.

Have a great weekend and 

thanks for stopping by.

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - ANOTHER PARROT JOKE?

 

You don't have to yell in such BIG LETTERS!

Word of the day: polygon (geometry) a plain figure with at least three straight sides and angles and typically five or more. And if you would like a visual, you can go here.

I don't think anyone else will either. 

And that's how it goes on a Saturday Morning at the Birdfeeder. You win some, you lose some, and Poor Polly took the huff and is gone.

If another post popped up today, please ignore. It is something I have in mind to publish later and I accidentally posted it on this blog. I do these things occasionally.

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - A CUP OF TEA?

"Come, let us have some tea and talk about happy things."

~Chaim Potok~

And because there's always one in every crowd...

"And perhaps a chocolate chip cookie?" he said.

And as he knows she has a soft spot for him, he got his hot chocolate with marshmallow and whipped cream and a chocolate chip cookie. She decided it was a treat day because of all the snow.

And that's how it goes on this Saturday morning at the bird feeder. Everyone was very happy to have a nice, hot cup of tea, plus hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallow, and a chocolate chip cookie, especially on this long and very cold snowy day.

Thank you for dropping in my friends, and I hope you are keeping your feathers warm.

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER

 

Tell that to the toxic thumb, it needs all the encouragement it can get!

And so it goes on a Saturday morning at the bird feeder.

Have a great weekend everyone, and thanks for stopping by.

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - UH-OH, WHAT HAPPENED?

 After witnessing furry animals looking for food, some time later the Mister heard a loud bang outside. The furry ones had disappeared by the time he peered through the curtains.  He couldn't see anything amiss and went to bed...but the next morning...The Froggies3 could not wait to tell him (he understands froggy also).

The other birds listened with great sympathy.

The Carolina Wren thought it was probably an accident, that they couldn't have meant to cause such a catastrophe to Froggies3. The Black-capped Chickadee agreed...

and so did the visiting moth who joined in half-way through the conversation. He was trying to get into the house and though the Mrs. told him he was very welcome to stay on the screen, she didn't really want him taking up residence inside. So sorry, she said, but explained the weather was warmer now.

The Mourning Doves for all that they had such kind hearts...

were a little more skeptical, especially when they saw these mug shots. Naughty Boy definitely had the touch of the rascal in his countenance. Wannaby Naughty Boy at least looked a little remorseful.

Sparrow remained on the rail post, taking it all in but saying nothing.

Well, everyone deserves a second chance and besides, Froggy Fairy worked her magic.

and so they stayed and lived happily ever after, and the little furry rascals were forgiven by all.

And so it goes on a Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder.