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If you feed them, they will come.  I spent way too much time trying to get these beauties to pose for me, but it just didn't happen.  Most of my bird photos are made through a window, so if an unexpected glare appears, that's why.


This little fellow seems to love my birthday gift as much as I do!

 

I wonder if she thinks she has found the buffet at Ryans. . .

 

Can you spot the thief?  It is bird food, not squirrel food!  The squirrels  must have gotten  tired of dog food or wanted some variety.  I wonder if a stove pipe around the pole would help.

A bird does not sing because it has an answer.

                               It sings because it has a song.
                                                   ~Chinese Proverb



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  1. Janet,January 17, 2012 at 6:05 PM

    Looks like you love to feed the birds as much as we do. I also take pictures through my kitchen window. We don't have any squirrels, so I can't help you there.

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  2. Faith, Folklore, and FriendsJanuary 17, 2012 at 7:54 PM

    Bird food is a small price to pay for the hours of enjoyment we get from watching them. I love your pictures of bluebirds! Wanda

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 18, 2012 at 11:20 AM

    Good shot of the thief : )

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  4. Faith, Folklore, and FriendsJanuary 18, 2012 at 12:38 PM

    Thanks, Tipper!

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