I’d call it an obsession really. I’ve spent hours, and recorded thousands of photos of the birds at my feeder.
I have patterned after the mind of a cat.
I have never been a home body, but the past months have had me sitting at the picture window watching birds fly to and from my feeder.
We have had a horrible winter in New England if you are a snow lover.
When the snow flies, I’m sitting at the window.
Here are a few from the last snowfall.