compete unfairly with native songbirds. I say, any bird that hangs around in minus 30 temperatures is welcome. It wasn't -30 today, but it was -27 with a nasty little breeze. These little sparrows just puffed themselves up to trap heat and waited in the sun for the human to fill the feeder.
The other little guy is, of course, a chickadee. He is more than tough. He's smart and quick and unafraid. Bigger birds at the feeder don't usually scare him. He flits quickly in and out, never still for long. I was lucky to catch this shot, I confess, from the warmth of the house. That's why on this bright day, the photos are a little dull.
The bird I didn't get a picture of, is the blue jay. He stays all winter, too. And he is the master of the feeder. Raucous squawks precede his arrival and his weight sets it swinging. Grabbing the shelled peanuts in triumph, he flies off to hide them. He may or may not be back. Every spring, especially if we set out un-shelled peanuts, we find them hidden in planters and anywhere convenient. Who cares? I love the birds brightening a cold day. They have my deep admiration.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.