That’s the question. Who knows what is going on inside that avian head. Luckily both he and the outside birds at that feeder have food, though the birds at the feeder need to dig through the snow a bit to get to it. Continue reading
What the heck just landed on my head?
I guess he’s just a shiny feathered gem
Perched upon my high pink crown he sits there proudly
Beyond my reach he eludes my grasp quite shrewdly