I counted four of them taking turns at the feeder. One would land at the feeding station, grab some grub and fly away. The minute it would take off, the next one waiting patiently on the stand would fly down to feed.
I wasn't the only one watching the birds this morning. A furry intruder was lurking on the fence. That smiling stray cat that visited a couple weeks ago was back and his eye on my feathered friends.
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