Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full.
Not much happening so it must be… drum roll please... POEM TIME!
A poem about winter by Ruby
It’s winter and it’s too cold for me
I’ve got pains from my beak to my right knee
It’s dark and I’ve just bumped in to a tree
I wish winter would leave me be.
Poetry brilliance. That cheered me up a bit!
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