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.

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




Happy Birthday to your man!