Shared a slice of cold pizza with the feathered wilds outside. They are confused about eating pinched crusty bread, me too. But I ran out of seeds, worms and thistle. :(


They'll keep getting it, even if they don't like it. Something larger, like a dove pressed down the snow drifts to eat the bread...so they are not alone. And the hawk hasn't paid attention to them.

:phew: Hold your soul tightly and say sweet things during tough times.




Happy Birthday to your man!