Outside the window of my office area, I have a bird feeder. On return to the Sabine Farm from the UK, I immediately refilled the feeder, much to the delight – and I daresay great need – of the rather greedy little chickadees and the occasional nuthatch which frequent it.
Here is a nuthatch coming in for a landing. I think these birds are so hungry they just don’t care if I am standing right there.
I cannot speculate about the considerations of the aforementioned nuthatch. But I do have a pretty good rapport with the less than elusive chickadee. Here is one hammering away at a seed, which it is clutching against the metal bar.
Chickadees present no special mysteries to me, since I am able to imitate their call well enough that, during the warmer times, they fly up to me to check me out.
There was some light hoarfroast which improves the already nice view.
Something nice to look at over breakfast.
"But Father! But Father!" you might be saying, "What did you have for breakfast? You show the view, but I can’t tell from that what you made! What ever it was, you don’t exactly eat like a bird."
Inspired by my recent trip, I had a very proper breakfast, with thick bacon, fried tomatoes, an eggs and muffin with some orange marmalade and very strong black coffee.
I was lacking a "Say the Black – Do the Red" coffee mug this morning, however, though you don’t have to.
Though I couldn’t possibly eat this way every morning, it was a nice way to start a day, I can tell you.
Then comes the trudge though the snowy banks to the Sabine Chapel: