
First to be fed
When these darlings show up it means it’s winter. My problem with chickadees is that they refuse to eat together.

There’s plenty for all, guys! But no, they insist on fighting and chasing each other off. They made such a racket that a damned squirrel got curious and started to approach. Party’s over! When I see squirrels I turn into Betsy Trotwood yelling “ Donkeys on my green” and I rush out with a broom. Birdies, learn to share and I won’t take the seed in so fast next time.

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