It’s that time of year when the birds start to look a little…chilly.
Poor guys. I see them in the morning, all fluffed up and huddled together on the telephone wires. Their jabbering fills the frosty air while I sit indoors, drinking my coffee, feeling cozy and warm.
If I was a better knitter, I’d knit tiny sweaters for them all.
That’s all I’ve got. Thanks for stopping by! Have a great weekend, my chickadees.