I knew I jinxed myself the other day when I mentioned in an email to my mother that Steve and I have been quite healthy so far this month. Then wham...that night I woke up sneezing (and I'm not a dainty quiet sneezer), and my face felt flush and my body ached...
So for the last two days I have been in my stretchy jogging pants and baggy sweatshirt taking pictures of birds through the windows.
Above the chickadees enjoy each other's company on a quick lunch of thistle seed.
Another pair nibble on the suet.
Two sharing a slice of stale bread.
"May I have a bite of that delicious bread? Please? Please? Please?"
Ike has to see if anything has been clumsily pushed off the bread tray.
"Come on guys, hand some over."
A downy woodpecker
On, no, there's a fight going on over there.
Someone call a bouncer.
I see some feather slappin'.
"I'm not sure I trust you."
"I'm not sure I trust you either."
"Attack from the back! I'm out of here!"
"I'll beeee baaaack," he says in his toughest imitation
Arnold Schwarzenegger voice
that a little chickadee can muster.
*****
Not feeling well is for the birds.
But if it wasn't for the birds, I'd be bored.
I think I have a slight fever.
I think I'll sign off for now.
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