...where every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus.
Today is December 2nd.
Have you ever seen leaves still on the trees in December?
Jeff's bird feeders are sprouting whiskers.
An upside-down beard of nyjer thistle.
Methinks he needs to spend some time catering to his feathered friends.
The north wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warm,
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
That is, seriously, one of the most dismal pieces of nursery rhyme ever.
As a child, I always wanted to cry for the poor robin.
And I still wonder what birds do when it's cold and windy and stormy outside.
Does anyone know?
I always feel bad for those poor little birds out in the cold, but I guess they make do.
ReplyDeleteNo leaves over here anymore. Yours are quite pretty and the bird feeder is funny!
They hunker down, girl. They got other God-given ways too. Not to worry!
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