They flitted in and out claiming their time at the bird feeder hanging just outside the big kitchen window. Some politely took their turn, others muscled their way right in, while a few hovered on the railing below waiting for a break in the action.
Early each morning and late into the evening I perched myself on a stool by the window to watch the show. They came by the dozens. Swirling flashes of color – bright lemon yellow, fire-ball orange against midnight black, soft dove grey and warm mottled brown – each a beauty in its own way. These were the birds who enchanted and entertained me for ten days.
I learned a thing or two from my new feathered friends. And of course I took a few photos.