Still, still, still I sit,
Feathers fluffed and light,
Chill, chill, chill is it,
Going to freeze tonight.
Save, save, save my strength,
Lest my legs do fold,
Brave, brave, brave at length,
Need to be so bold.
Eat, eat, eat the seeds,
For the night is long,
Meet, meet, meet my needs,
Hope I can be strong.
Spring, spring, spring will come,
Bringing sun and life,
Sing, sing, sing and hum,
Ending winter’s strife.
Sorry. It’s not about Chinese food, although I would love to have some right about now.
The brightness of the sky today got “dim some” when the fog rolled in. After days of heavy rain, the clouds regrouped and pondered their next mode of attack, increasingly darkening the sky as the day wore on.
After a while, the fog moved into our place higher up on the hill, and we lived in a cloud for much of the day.
Even Rufus, the spotted towhee, had trouble finding the feeder until Goldie (the golden crowned sparrow) chirped to let him in on the meal.
Groping, groping as we fly,
What has happened to the sky?
It’s not blue nor full of rain,
Will we see the sun again?
Chilly, chilly is the air,
Need to find nutritious fare,
Build our strength and warm us up,
Need some grains for us to sup.
Foggy, foggy all around,
Where can all the seeds be found?
Goldie chirps and calls to me,
She’s my compass, friend, I see.
Sharing, sharing all the seeds,
She has way more than she needs,
Nice of her to share her lunch,
Think I love her a whole bunch.
By the way, Rufus and Goldie both invite you to check out Anneli’s bargains for her books at https://wordsfromanneli.com/2021/11/21/book-bargains/
A great deal until Christmas.
This towhee and the eastern towhee both used to be called rufous- sided towhees, but to differentiate it from the eastern towhee (Pipilo erythrophthalmus), it is now called a spotted towhee (Pipilo maculatus).
Rufus is trying to figure out the best way to get into Lincoln the squirrel’s food.
“Have you ever been undecided, and had a foot in each camp?” he asks.
He finally decided to just go for it. Showing off his acrobatic skills.
No, he didn’t get put in jail for stealing Lincoln’s sunflower seeds. He’s just hiding here in plain sight. Nothing can get him here behind this maze of twigs.
“And no,” he says, ” I didn’t pull an all-nighter. My eyes are always red.”