Saturday, February 24, 2007

At the Feeder

His (or hers) is the song that sustains me on these late blue winter days. Occasionally there is the liquid trilling chant of a cardinal over the hills and somewhere far away, but (alas) our resident Cooper's hawk has returned to the garden and taken up residence in the big spruce tree - our more colourful guests are staying hidden among the evergreens and not taking any chances..

Last night, I dreamed of wild orchids, apple blossoms, grosbeaks and geese.


Endment said...

The friendship of the chickadee sustaines me during these dark cold days. Great photo!!!

Tabor said...

Our residence hawk hangs around and yet the birds still come back. It is large like bird city.