Waiting My Turn
During a recent severe cold spell that lasted several days, my backyard was like Grand Central Station. The birds were emptying the feeders in record time, and they were using the bushes outside my kitchen window as their staging area.
Usually when they see us at the kitchen sink they scatter, so getting shots through this particular window is rare. Today however they seemed to have other things on their minds.
Waiting My Turn
During a recent severe cold spell that lasted several days, my backyard was like Grand Central Station. The birds were emptying the feeders in record time, and they were using the bushes outside my kitchen window as their staging area.
Usually when they see us at the kitchen sink they scatter, so getting shots through this particular window is rare. Today however they seemed to have other things on their minds.