Day 62: It's time to play "Name That Carol!" This was the scene (well, a small portion of the scene) which greeted me when I stepped out to fill the bird feeders at sunrise this morning. The mountain-ash tree was full. The contorted filbert was full. They were hopping around in two inches of snow on the ground, and the chatter was incredible. Even more came when I laid out the seed. If Pine Siskins are on the decline elsewhere, it's not happening at my house! So...have you guessed it yet?
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Forty-three thousand, seven hundred sixteen
Siskins in an ash tree.
I counted (she said with tongue firmly in cheek).
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