(I was laid low yesterday by a twinge in my back after awkwardly lifting something heavy. Back to blogging today.)
Dark-eyed Juncos seeking sunflower seed traced paths on the deck. A birds’ life is very, very hard now. The cold is awful, food is scarce, competition is ferocious. In comparison our life is one of ease, plenty, and warmth.
A dog came this way as well, I think it was Stella.
