Good morning! In spite of the snow, it’s so nice out that I whined and cried and fussed until breakfast was brought to me:
Here I am in action. Don’t I look serene?
And here’s Martha. . .
She says, “Sparrows are good company. They wait their turn, and they never peck me.”
Finally, either Bart is stretching his wing,
Or he’s giving directions! 🐓