New arrivals this morning

Portrait of bushtits

Bushtits   

Saturday morning coffee, 40° and new birds at the feeders. Can life possibly get any better?

I love that our days are getting longer, especially in the mornings. On the weekends we have a routine. Run the dogs, feed the dogs, head out to the barn for a cup of coffee with the Timber and Zip and watch the birds as they come in for breakfast at the feeders. I love the weekends most for our simple routines.

Our coffee was almost cold this morning as we scrambled to replace seed and suet in a few of the feeders. Just as we sat down, a entire extended family of bushtits joined us for coffee. I have heard people talk about them as they travel in together in flocks going from tree to tree, but we had yet to experience it. I knew who they were the minute I saw them.

It’s hard to say how many came, but there were at least 20. Tiny little chirps jumping from feeder to feeder to find their favorite morsels. They didn’t seem to mind the other birds and were hardly phased by the dogs.

They left us as quickly as they came. This afternoon they joined us once again for coffee.

Happy little birds without a care in the world.