Birds

 

In early morning I hear the bird's tweet, twitter, cheep and warble, chirping away waiting for me to open the window and throw out their daily bread.  

It’s raining this morning so the sparrows and starlings I feed were not around. They stay in the trees to keep dry and come by when the rain lightens up a little.  

There are usually twenty or so birds that gather as I throw the bread out the window. Not eating for a day is a death sentence.  

As the Spring marches on the little worms growing in cocoons that collect on the trees are eaten by the birds. The little worms in cocoons that do survive turn into pesky web moths. Probably quite tasty for the birds. This is natural and normal in nature.  

As the bird's chirp and announce their territory, dawn becomes a chorus of the unmistakable sound of bird life at its finest. Tweet – Tweet.  

 Georgia