Thoughts like plump fuzzy snowflakes falling from the heavens

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 eastern towhee

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.