Zoe and I are bird watching,
probably for different reasons ;)
but we're enjoying it just the same.
Plump fuzzy snowflakes
are falling from the heavens,
and melting as they touch the ground.
Blue jays bully the pesky grackles,
but the two doves stay put
until the mockingbird appears.
It's always a colorful smorgasbord of feathers
at the feeder each morn
as the sunflower hearts disappear too rapidly.
I hear it's peeps and am delighted
to find my black-headed grosbeak
still hanging out in my neck of the woods.
Purple finch, titmice,
a pair of black-capped chickadees,
and a noisy Carolina wren flit about.
Fresh chilly winter air
refreshes my inner spirit,
even though it all looks a bit gloomy out there.
A downy woodpecker makes its way up the tree,
as a group of slate-colored juncos
mess about on the ground.
The uninvited house sparrows
push out the white-crowned sparrows,
while a pair of cardinals wait in the bushes.
As a goldfinch lands at the feeder rim,
Zoe looks at me with those intense eyes
asking if breakfast is only a myth.
So I must pry myself away
from my window of many delights,
but I do so with a reluctant sigh.
A very nice beginning
to a most wondrous day
that just happens to be my birthday.