The Snow's Not the Only Flurry at the Feeders!

Hello all! Yesterday was quite the cold, windy, snowy day around here. I can't imagine what it was like away from our wooded area... I just had to share the photos, etc. taken over the course of the day... and it also caused me to create a little poetry. ;-) Without further adieu...

(There are quite a few tiny photos - click on them. Some of them enlarge nicely!)

Please do not use any of these photos or the poetry without permission.
Thank you.... nothing Shady, it's just mine!

The Flurry ‘Round the Feeders

The snow is not the only flurry

on this extremely cold, chill day.

The birds, it appears, are in a hurry

“The food is here,” they seem to say.

Quickly they each decide to scurry

but find there’s ‘someone’ in the way.

Perhaps, think they, “There’s quite a slurry

but it may not last another day!”

And so the birds, they come a flutter

and lightly perch on what they may.

“A challenge this,” they seem to twitter,

despite the cold; they mean to stay.

My imagination they have captured;

I watch them with such tender care.

Alighting they, with fragile stature,

They’ve journeyed from … I know not where.

All through Winter’s cold and snow,

I’ll faithfully those feeders tend

Intending that the birds not go.

‘til Spring arrives and Winter ends.

written by yours truly

Jan. 7, 2010

(Looks like a valentine... perhaps I'll use this photo again!)

:-)