Up early, walking and thinking then home to hot chocolate. Feeding the birds takes longer every day as more and more come. Almost so tame now that they cover the feeders while I am filling them. Little do they know that I am only luring them in so that I can make a bird pie!
Sing a song of sixpence. . . . -- I love your "half-handers" -- what we call fingerless gloves. Very colorful. Chocolate in a cheetah mug!
ReplyDeleteNow that wouldn't be a 'four and twenty blackbirds' kind of pie, would it?! :)
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