Saturday, November 14, 2009
the joy of old friends
I have loved the little Chickadee for many decades. They are the hardiest of tiny souls. All winter, even in the severe minus 30 and 40 below that the forests of New Hampshire can throw at human, beast and bird, these tiny creatures would show up in the yard and turn the bird feeder into a bustling train station. Last night we had a frost. This morning the new feeder finally had old friends visiting. It is a simple joy. Makes the new home in the Northwest feel like the old home in New England!