Poor little Finch, writes Marianne Love/Slight Detour. “Mama, somebody's in my feeder and they're eating all my seeds.” Happy Grosbeaks. “Gee, this is a sumptuous feast. C'mon, guys, gorge yourselves.” This colorful bird-feeder scene out our front window came yesterday along with the snow. Just like Rand Paul's filibuster, wet stuff has been coming from the sky almost continuously ever since. More here.
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