Friday, February 3, 2012

Here, Birdie, Birdie, Birdie...

That's exactly what my son was saying early yesterday evening...only he wasn't whispering. No, he was yelling at the top of his lungs for all the town to hear.

Confused I asked him why he was yelling at those poor birds.

"But, Mommy, they won't know where to find the food."


So this was what all the commotion was about...a newly-hung; beautifully, hand-crafted birdhouse given to me by my sister-in-law for Christmas.

Funny how the mind of a three-year-old works...now to sit back and see if those birds will take him up on his offer.

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