I heard his song before I saw red feathers bright in that old oak tree. Then maybe he heard my fiddling with knobs and so he turned to catch sight of me.
February 13, 2017 by Cynthia
I heard his song before I saw red feathers bright in that old oak tree. Then maybe he heard my fiddling with knobs and so he turned to catch sight of me.
Gorgeous!
A hearty warbler he is indeed. 🙂
WHAT A SHOT!! HE/
SHE IS GORGEOUS!
Such a bright flash of color amid the skeletal trees and white snow.
Wonderfully described. 🙂
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