I’m becoming a bit of a bird watcher, an activity I remember my great-grandmother and grandmother enjoying, and my mom too. The idea of getting feeders for my house stems from watching the birds at mom’s feeders. This is the view from my office window; I have three feeders now, but I’m particularly taken with the finches that land on the thistle sock. As I write this, I can hear the call of the Red-winged Blackbird that is on the ground under the feeders. His is a shrill, distinctive cry.


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