Windy Morning
It is certainly windy this morning. The hanging bird feeder is dancing back and forth in the wind. I could take it down. I haven't seen a bird there for days now.
It rained all night. It wasn't always so gentle but it wasn't really a hard rain. This morning has the dull, dreary, drab look of November. Soon it will be December and then the typical look of the landscape will be white.
Bring it on.












I keep opening the kitchen window then having to shut it right away. It's f-f-f-freezing out there this morning. The only bird I've seen at my feeder as of late was yesterday morning when it flapped wildly between the barely open window and the screen. Bilbo was beside himself with excitement. Thankfully, it flew away unscathed, though it did seem like it was trapped in there.