The third day of cold, drizzly rain, about a tenth of an inch a day.
It’s not uplifting weather, exactly, but I’ll take it. Every drop of
water is precious.
The birds love their new feeder. It’s a little more difficult for
the squirrels to get to – climbing up a pole – so the birds get more
of it. Along with the new feeder, I put fresh thistle seed into
our other feeder, and the goldfinches have been coming in droves.
They are in their serious, olive-drab coats now that the weather has
also turned more serious. I counted eight around it at lunchtime,