Such happy sounding chitter-chattering. The Farmy birds must be delighted in the sunshine. I live in an urban woodland along a stream, I haven't heard such a merry throng as that since last spring. Perhaps your feathered friends Think it Is Spring. And they do love your Woods.
Such happy sounding chitter-chattering. The Farmy birds must be delighted in the sunshine. I live in an urban woodland along a stream, I haven't heard such a merry throng as that since last spring. Perhaps your feathered friends Think it Is Spring. And they do love your Woods.
I do worry that they think it is spring. Hide! I tell them. The cold will be back.
"Well" is subjective anyway. A delay that isn't an entire day long is a trip going "well" in my book!