The songs of early morning Finches squabbling for priority at the seed feeder sends a charming chinkling chitter to break the solitude of the deepfreeze we are presently experiencing. When its darn cold out I hibernate so the view through my frosty window gives much delight.
Hubby now only puts out black-oil sunflower seeds as through experience we found the birds that frequent the feeder prefer the black-oil seeds to the regular so there is far less waste to sweep up.
Sporting a frosty shawl a male finch puffed-out on the lee side of the tree.
Enjoy the day and give blessings for small treasures and stay warm, and if you can't stay warm, think warm thoughts.